Chapter Forty- Three
“How do I look?” I asked Debbie as I emerged from my room to the living room, where she sat on my couch waiting. Sporting a tight, short red dress that perfectly matched the bottom of my Louboutin’s, and a diamond necklace that sparkled so bright, you could probably see it from a mile away.
“You can take the girl out of Hollywood, but you can’t take Hollywood out of the girl,” she exclaimed, springing to her feet. “You look hot as f**k!” I had been back in New York City for a week now, and Debbie had convinced me to go to a charity event on the Upper East Side. Even though she claimed she understood I now considered myself retired from acting and was focusing on my writing career, I took her recommendation to get out and at least show an appearance. Especially given
