Chrishell Stause doesn’t seem like the kind of woman you’d associate with murder—even of the metaphorical, reality television variety. It’s a December morning, on a warm Australian day, and even though we’re speaking through Zoom, she immediately makes me feel like an old friend. As she absent-mindedly plays with her hair, she checks in on my life. What are my holiday plans? How’s the weather where I am in London?
It’s the exact type of good-natured bonhomie that fans have come to expect from Stause, who they’ve gotten to know through her appearance on Selling Sunset—a Netflix show that’s spent eight seasons following a cohort of Los Angeles real estate agents who broker big deals in neon-colored designer outfits cut both as low and as a high as decency and physics will allow.
