9 December, 1940 - Los Angeles, California
Danielle knelt on the black-and-white-checked linoleum floor in the studio fitting room, marking the hem of Erica’s ball gown, an ivory duchess satin dress Danielle had designed for the new Silverman Studios film, The Spanish Heiress.
“Can’t you hurry?” whined Erica.
“No, I can’t.” Danielle rocked back on her heels. “This is the dress Lou wants you to wear for the premiere, so it must be perfect. Now stand still.” With deft fingers she measured, marked, and pinned. “Walk,” she commanded.
Erica whirled, knocking Danielle over with the full skirt, the rich aroma of Caron’s Tabac Blond rising in the warm room.
Danielle caught herself and grimaced. She would not let Erica ruin this opportunity for her with her petty actions. She needed this job,
