“Hey, doll. You’re up next,” Gabi called out as she walked into the dressing room behind the stage.
Bruni looked up from the small dressing table where she was applying her stage makeup. “Good crowd tonight.”
“Sure is. Plenty of handsome soldiers. One of them looks like Cary Grant when he was young and yummy.” Gabi waggled her eyebrows and the other girls in the room chuckled.
Bruni rolled her eyes and then said, “You’re engaged, or did you forget?”
“No, but I can still look. Right?”
“As long as that soldier boy of yours doesn’t see,” another of the women called from the back.
Bruni nodded. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. If Sam sees you making eyes at another man, he won’t be pleased.”
“So, are you going to get friendly with anyone tonight?” Gabi asked, sitting down on a chair
