Chanel opens the door for me.
She looks all pretty in a tiny dress and a messy bun. She scrunches her nose when she realizes that's it's me at the door.
"I thought Ace fired you."
"He did."
"But you're here in the middle of the night. Why?"
"It's 8pm, and it's really none of your business."
"Your hair looks like a cheap wig; I like it." She grins, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Come on in. We have wine."
It's only then that I realise she's drunk.
It's been a while since I saw Chanel so I had forgotten what a ray of sunshine she is on a good day.
I shrug her hand off before I walk further into the house.
Paris is lying on the couch with a glass of wine in hand. She's watching a movie and smiling to herself, and she barely notices my presence.
I really appreciate that.
It
