That’ll be the hotel maid with my dress.” Lili was, as usual, in the tub. Zimmer stuck his head round the bathroom door. He had directed Lili in most of her best movies, including the scandalous Q, which had made her an international star. “When you’re ready, darling, a small jungle has just been delivered.” “Check there isn’t a small journalist swinging from the trees.” Since the news of her breakup with Simon Pont had flashed around the world, Lili had once again been besieged by photographers. Zimmer thought, thank heaven for Lili’s sake that nobody had discovered the real reason for the breakup; but then, they never did. Lili wandered out into the luxurious sitting room wearing a white bathrobe with her wet hair wrapped in a peach towel. With care, she approached the luxuriant orchid plant. From an arching spray of unnaturally perfect, succulent pale-yellow flowers dangled a small emerald-velvet pouch tied with silk cord. Lili opened the little bag and tipped out a small scarlet jeweler’s box.
