“Same time tomorrow?” Lena asked.
The neon sign of The Velvet Lotus flickered, casting the alleyway in pulses of electric pink. Inside, the air was thick with perfume and the low hum of anticipation. Gigi Dior stood backstage, her silhouette sharp against the velvet curtain. She wasn't nervous; she never was. But tonight felt different. gigi dior.
“You’re up in two, Dior,” a stagehand whispered. “Same time tomorrow