Rosalind Lowell was tempted. She glanced at Alaric Davenport in the distance and sighed softly. Her father, Herman Lowell, had forbidden her from entering the entertainment industry before, and now, with her status as Mrs. Davenport, even if Alaric were to agree, her father-in-law, Dexter Davenport, would never allow her to become a public figure.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Professor Archer. My current position just won't allow for it."
"Who won't let you? Shall I go and talk to them for you?" He truly cherished talent. The entertainment industry was full of hacks who relied on their massive popularity to churn out terrible films; people with real skill were few and far between.
It was a real shame when a good script fell into the hands of a talentless actor. The industry was desperate for people with real ability.
Rosalind Lowell bit her lip. "It's no use. You won't be able to persuade them."
