Chapter Thirteen
Gray
Rémy’s performance in Northern Virginia was a colossal success. As far as my performance went, it must not have been up to snuff, because ever since that night in the dressing room when we kissed, Rémy had kept me at arm’s length. He only spoke when he needed something, and half the time he did it via text message. Rémy also kept me away from his penthouse, so I spent the majority of my time in the cramped office or running errands around town. Thankfully, I was also heavily involved with pre-production duties. Since I was in charge of Rémy’s makeup and wardrobe, I met regularly with Peter the stage director and the makeup and wardrobe designers.
Two weeks after that fateful night, we were deep in rehearsals for the first opera of the season, Cosi Fan Tutte, by a g
