Nina proved to be a great resource. She was a lot more sociable than I, and I watched her work the crowd and gather up some valuable intel while I was studiously taking notes on the films being shown and who had attended — and who hadn’t.
The glaring lights of a TV crew off to one side caught my attention. I turned to see who they were interviewing, and it turned out to be Emma Stone. She looked amazing — and a lot smaller in person. I jotted some more notes in my little book, including several all-important details of her outfit, such as the impossibly skinny jeans, jeweled sandals, and beaded camisole, all of which wouldn’t have been very appropriate for Los Angeles in mid-February if it weren’t for the enormous turquoise shawl she had flung over one shoulder.
Then Nina came bounding u
