A handsome contractor, a French goddess, and a snaggletoothed Yorkie—what could be better than that? It was all supposed to be fake, yet nothing has ever felt more real.
At least that’s what I’d hoped for when I decided to visit Hollywood’s most sought-after director, AKA my usually absentee father, for the summer. But my vision of …
I’m a sucker for pretty things. Give me a roaring engine in a souped-up vintage muscle car with cherry red paint and brand-new leather interior, and that’s about as pretty as anything I could ask for.…
