“You were brilliant tonight,” Lena said. “That moment when you touched the locket? Haunting. Was that improv?”
She didn’t elaborate. She didn’t need to. The farmhouse in Iowa was gone—sold after her father passed. Her mother hadn’t spoken to her since the first magazine cover. But Gigi had built something else. A fortress of film reels and fan letters and absolute autonomy. gigi dior.
Gigi flicked the cigarette into the rain. “I’ll be there.” “You were brilliant tonight,” Lena said
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