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JOSH TURNED THE SUV into Lele Rose’s atelier on Melrose Avenue. Penelope peered from the backseat. The popular boutique was an ivy-covered cottage the designer had bought years ago before the street had become popular with international fashion designers. But Lele Rose’s designs remained a favorite among celebrities in Los Angeles, especially with younger ones who flocked to her downtown studio in the arts district.
“Park in the back,” Penelope directed.
“Sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Josh asked, lowering his sunglasses.
Penelope expelled a breath to calm the jitters in her stomach. “No, I’ve got this. Better that I meet with her alone. I’ll buzz you if I need you.” She checked the device attached to her purse to make sure she had the volume turned off.
Lele had been
