Camellia Stone,” Vivian echoed through the phone.
Lauren's lips parted slightly as the name settled in. Camellia Stone.
The same Camellia Stone, a designer whose dresses were worn by women whose names sat comfortably in magazines and private guest lists. To get a dress from her meant access, money and power all together.
And right now I was standing right beside her, meanwhile the lady who stood close to her wasn't less at all, because she herself was a well known makeup artist and next to her, was a famous hair stylist I had only ever seen online
“I think I should go now,” Lauren said quietly.
Vivian’s voice rose instantly. “Girl, where the hell are you—”
I didn't wait to hear the rest, my fingers moved on their own and the call ended— the screen went dark.
I stood there for a mo
