𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝙛𝙞𝙩 .

CAILEE SPAENY for LA premiere of Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery November 17, 2025

"do you ever think that just maybe, your boyfriend is a fuckwit?"

"what the actual fuck is your problem? why are you being such an asshole?" olivia snapped. finally. she'd been putting up with it for too long – the snide remarks whenever a whisper of the word 'nico' was uttered in milo's presence, the looks whenever she brought him around. sure, he wasn't the greatest boyfriend and maybe each attempt at her trying to make it look like the two were some picturesque couple was faulty, but still. "seriously, what did he ever do to you? you've barely spoken three words to him."

"let me get the camera."

the kiss was short-lived, a tease of an embrace that left sasha whimpering when the blonde pulled away. she tried to chase after it, body leaning in and failing. "baby," her lips drooped into a pout. she was seconds away from protesting when lillian spoke, her attitude going from one of disappointment to one of intrigue in an instant. pulling herself up onto her knees, she tilted her head and bit her lip. "oh, you want to make a movie?"

"Name's Arlo, you know.. I've seen you on the dance floor, or playing billiards before. I like the way you move. You got swagger."

"well excuse me," both of her hands lifted in a mocked-attempt at defense, though her movements were lax, casual, before they snaked across her chest. "sorry about that, arlo." she spoke through a small grin, crooked given the cig occupying one side. aimee was never good with faces, even worse with names – but something in the back of her mind was sounding off that she'd be remembering his from here on out. she shifted her body, turned to face him, allowing her shoulder to prop against the wall. even standing up straight she wouldn't have come close to his height, had to crane her neck just be able to look at him. "is that right? how come you've never joined me on the floor then? you got two left feet?" she tilted her head. "or the pool table? scared i'd kick your ass with the cue? ... would've liked a partner. or an opponent." then, finally, after a moment of dead air, "aimee," the introduction attached itself to the stream of smoke curling from her lip, dissipated as she plucked the cig between fingertips while her other hand extended towards him.