I’m back in my changing room, another day having come and gone as I stare at my sorry reflection, eyes once again barely focused as I adjust my tie. Zelia won’t be bursting in to tempt me tonight. She’s probably pulling up to the plane with a scowl right now, her favorite neck pillow already round her neck like the latest fashion craze.
A chill runs down my spine. For the first time since I’ve stepped into this glittering world, I’ll be flying solo. No wandering hand during boring speeches or drunken sex in the bathroom stall. Not that I mind either of those things when I’m three bottles in.
I glance over at my phone as it buzzes across the table. Zelia’s drunken selfie lights up my screen and I smile as I answer. “Miss me already? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you all day.”
“Ha-ha. I’m sure you got Daddy’s email,” she huffs. “I had to spend the day retailoring my dress before my flight.”
I grip the phone tighter. “The dress Allie’s wearing tonight is The Showstopper?”