Chapter 32
Since my employment at the Western Palace in Cannes, I have crossed the hotel lobby countless times. But still in uniform. For the first time, I was doing it in civilian clothes, and not just any clothes. The smile of one of the greeters seeing me arrive gave me a small boost of confidence. Not that I’m not used to it, but to say I was nervous would have been an understatement. I looked for Victor through the crowd of people waiting for their cars to take them the few hundred metres that separate the famous steps from the Palais des Festivals. When you’re a star – or hope to be – it’s out of the question to opt for the ecological solution of getting there on foot. By dint of focusing on my own outfit problem, I had forgotten another one: that Victor wouldn’t go to the screening wearing h
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