Bruni’s smile was even more dazzling than usual. The Café de Paris had arranged – with the help of a few admirers – a surprise party for its star. The place teemed with French, British and American soldiers and their German Fräuleins.
Marlene felt small and insignificant as she congratulated her friend, who looked stunning in yet another iridescent gown with matching high heels.
“Happy birthday, Bruni.” Marlene hugged her.
“Thanks so much for coming.” Bruni grinned from ear to ear. “Isn’t this such a wonderful surprise?”
“It truly is,” Zara said, and then took her turn in hugging the birthday girl.
Lotte had been invited too and observed the plush setting with wide eyes. She whispered in Marlene’s ear, “I had no idea these things still existed in Berlin.”
Marlene nodded. She’d grown
