PAULINA ROSTAKOVA’S ADVENTURES
JULY 18
6:14 p.m.
Dorcet Hotel, New York City, Room 1107
Tessa told me that the dinner tonight with the production company would allow all the participants to meet one another, and then we’d go off to be measured for costumes. I was going to wear my maxi skirt, but decided I’d better trot out the fancy green dress instead.
“Good idea,” Julia approved, her voice tinny and distant since I had her on speakerphone while I hurriedly got dressed. “Not that the skirt isn’t cute, but you might as well have your first impression be one of elegance and charm.”
“I am anything but either of those two, but thank you for the vote of confidence.”
“You’re welcome. Now go forth and conquer Mr. Right.”
I rolled my eyes. “Tessa said there were some handsome Italians, to
