“Once the album drops? The machine’s gonna crank up, and we gotta be ready,” she told Fiona, sounding like a general gearing up for battle. “The red carpet demands its due.” Sugar was deep into herbs, and Cleo – who divided her time fairly evenly between dogging Andrea’s footsteps to protect Fiona’s image, keeping up with Barney, and monitoring her cousin’s weed intake – brought in an old friend, Liani Cambridge, to whip Fiona into shape. “Peter called. He said he wants you to be in his fall show.” “I just had a baby.” Cleo shrugged. “He said you’d say that, and he told me to tell you to start working out tomorrow. Quote, ‘You did that English prick’s video, you can do my show.’ End quote.” Cleo did a credible impersonation of Peter’s thick, southern molasses accent. “God damn it!” Fiona swore, hopping from her bed to stalk to the mirror.
