One upon a time…

“Smile, dear,” Maxine Ashford said low enough for only Rachel’s ear as they crossed the lobby of Thompson Tower. “Nobody likes a sourpuss.” She reached for the tight bun at the nape of Rachel’s neck, but Rachel ducked her hand. “And for God’s sake,” Maxine hissed, “let down your hair!”

Rachel bared her teeth at her agent in something only vaguely resembling a smile, took a deep breath, and then swung around to face the small pack of photographers that had been waiting by the entrance for her arrival, though they weren’t really there for her. Cheveux Propres – makers of superior shampoo and fine hair care products from France – arranged the photographers, just like penthouse suite where she would reside fo...

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