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“LELE,” PENELOPE CALLED, striding away from Stefan. She had important work to do, and he would get in her way. Her career was on the rails careening out of control, and she had to seize every opportunity to resuscitate it.
The eccentric designer held her arms open wide in greeting. “Doll! How I’ve missed you!”
Lele’s glittery red hair swung around her as she hugged her. She wore a leopard print onesie that plunged to a V in the front with sparkly red tights and leopard spiked heels, and she still had the legs to pull it off.
“You’re looking good, Lele,” Penelope said.
“Not bad for just turning forty,” Lele said with a wink, and then turned serious. “I hear you’re having a tough time, doll. The fancy New York and French designers have been dropping you.”
Penelope tilted her chin up
