“I can never repay you for all you have done for me,” Margaux said to Carla, as they dressed in the tiny bathroom that could barely fit them both.
They had been closer to each other during the photo shoot. Carla was doing a photo shoot for a sex toy company’s website and once she had introduced them to Margaux, she was part of the shoot as well. The theme was ode to my favorite sex toy, and Margaux had never seen the toy in question before even in Paris.
“Oooh, I have them in several colors!” Carla had grinned, running her hand over the gold one. “And believe me the gold standard is the best…”
Margaux’s gold toy fell out of her purse in the bathroom. She and Carla almost collapsed in giggles, as they both clamored to pick up the gold toy that she was gifted after the shoot.
When they collected themselves, no one would have guessed that they had had such meager accommodations to get prepared in—they both looked like the gold standard in cocktail attire. Margaux especially, dressed literally in a gold cocktail dress and gold pumps.
They climbed into a cab, that was practically right out of the door when they left. In equally rapid fashion, Margaux stood in front of a huge television star.
“Marcus, this is Margaux.” Carla said in introduction.
“Margaux,” Marcus said, taking her hand. Kissing it. “Carla told me all about you, and showed me some of your work in Paris. We would love to audition you for an upcoming role on the show.”
Margaux was afraid that she was going to collapse. So much was happening so fast. It was almost too much. She made small talk with Marcus, and then she saw Rafe putting on his coat.
He paused when he made eye contact with her.
“Hey Carla, I see someone I know…”
Carla’s voice trailed behind her as she walked through the crowd, a little tipsy from expensive wine and itty bitty hors d’ oeuvres. She grabbed an hors d’oeuvre topped with a piece of rare meat on her way to where Rafe stood and shoved it into her mouth, and then paused in front of Rafe.
“I almost missed you…” she said, swallowing.
Rafe studied her in that way that he did that let her know that he thought she was beautiful, but most men did that.
“Yeah, I was just here for a minute. But I saw you…” He answered.
“Hi,” she whispered shyly.
Rafe looked at her.
“It’s good to see you Margaux. I hope New York is everything you want it to be. More.”
“It has been, I just met somebody who wants to audition me…”
“I have no doubt…I’ll see you at the next dinner, and I will be more careful with the gravy…”
They looked at each other for a long moment. Margaux looked after him after he left her, and she waved when he turned back.
“How do you know Rafe Stewart?”
Margaux turned to look at Carla.
“You know Rafe?”
Carla smiled at her.
“Oh honey, do I ever!”
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