It kept her expression mysterious, and she liked that. Jodi held her head high as she looked over Carlotta’s awaiting fans. The prisms danced as the camera flashes sparkled. Carlotta pasted her bright public smile firmly in place while Jodi placed a hand at the small of her back and urged her to the edge of the carpet. Carlotta’s personal designer, Navarro, had outdone himself for this occasion, producing the most amazing chiffon gown covered with chips of mirrored glass that glinted like a myriad of diamonds in the flashlights. Jodi took her red silk-gloved wrist and escorted Carlotta from the stretch limo. Her air of arrogance kept most people at arm’s length. At the ripe age of fifty-seven, Carlotta, the grande dame of the theater world, had lost none of the grace, sophistication, or style for which she’d become famous. ![]() ![]() The flashes lit up the night sky as soon as she turned to extend her hand for Carlotta. She took in the paparazzi armed with their cameras, clumped in groups outside the golden ropes lining the red carpet. ![]() Jodi waited for the driver to open her door before she stepped out of the limo.
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