CHAPTER 24
THE LINE OUTSIDE the club stretched right down the block, but the limo dropped us off at the front, and the bouncer didn’t even check his clipboard before he moved the hallowed velvet rope.
“Armand! Armand! This way!”
Before we could get inside, the waiting paparazzi descended in a pack. Armand took a few steps forward with Dan, happy to oblige as they hollered at him for pictures. After all, I guess that was the point of the night.
“Lara, get on the other side.” Dan grabbed my elbow and hauled me towards them.
A wall of camera flashes blinded me as Armand wrapped his spare arm around my waist, pinning me against his side. Until that moment, I’d never truly understood the expression “deer in headlights,” but that was how I felt, all gawky and uncoordinated.
“Smile,” Armand
