She was wearing a red satin strapless dress Max had picked for her, and she looked like an angry four-year-old, while her daughter laughed at her. The dress was agonizingly tight, but Tallie looked spectacular in it, with her blond hair piled on her head, and red satin high-heeled sandals. “I don’t see why we have to go in this ridiculous car. And I hate this stupid dress. We could have gone in an SUV. And my boobs are falling out. I’m not going to make a spectacle of myself,” Tallie said petulantly as Jim and Max exchanged a look. Max was glad he was there, and so was Tallie. She’d been sad all week realizing that her father wouldn’t be. But it was nice having Jim with them. Jim and Tallie had been spending a lot of time together for the past three months. She spent time on the weekends with him and Bobby. And Jim had come to New York with her to visit Max. She had lined up the investors for her next picture, and they were going to start shooting in September.
