Her dressing room was banked with flowers; they had been arriving steadily for more than two hours. And it was crowded with people. A tiny little man with sharp, black eyes touched up her blusher. Behind her, occasionally muttering in French, was the nimble-fingered woman who did her hair. Wayne was there, having business of his own here in New York. He’d told Raven that he’d come to see his designs in action and was even now in deep discussion with her dresser. Julie opened the door to another flower delivery. “Have I packed everything? You know, I should have told Brandon to give me an extra day in town for shopping. There’re probably a dozen things I need.” Raven turned in her seat and heard the swift French oath as her partially knotted hair flew from the woman’s fingers. “Sorry, Marie. Julie, did I pack a coat? I might need one.” Slipping the card from the latest arrangement of flowers, she found it was from a successful television producer with whom she’d worked on her last TV special.
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