The driver of the Mercedes was none other than Gina D’Angelo, a staple of the Hollywood celebrity scene. I couldn’t tell you what movies or TV shows she’d appeared in; she wasn’t much of an actress. Instead, she seemed to be famous more for whom she was seen with and what she was wearing.
I’d seen pictures of Luke at some clubs and restaurants, although never with Gina. And although the tabloids sometimes tried to link Luke to other starlets, it didn’t seem he dated any of them long term. I knew he’d had a high school sweetheart who broke his heart, but beyond that, hadn’t been linked to anyone seriously, especially anyone as frivolous and fame hungry as Gina.
Luke limped up to the car and leaned on the passenger side window. “Thanks for the ride.” He smiled at Gina which made the hair on my neck stand up. He opened the door and looked back. “Come on, Stella. Want a ride?”