tinkling of ice in Miranda?s glass。
?I?m not sure what I believe in anymore;? Thaddeus responded quietly。 ?I do know one thing;
though。? He paused。
This was the moment that Vanessa?that everyone on set? had been dreading。 Serena was
supposed to burst into the restaurant; trailing a tattered mink stole; and join the couple at their
table。
A moment passed。 Then another。
No Serena。 No Holly。 No one。
?Fucking cut!? barked Ken Mogul。
?Cut; everyone;? echoed the first assistant director calmly; and suddenly the set came alive: a
swarm of makeup people and hair stylists emerged from the shadows; teasing Thaddeus?s hair;
reapplying gloss to Miranda?s lips。 A prop assistant refilled the glass Miranda had been swirling;
wiping her lipstick from the rim。
?Will someone;? Ken whispered; ?please tell Miss Fucking van der Fucking
Whatever…the…fuck…her…name…is to get on her damn mark and make this fucking picture; please??
?Sorry; sorry!? called Serena; stumbling onto the set; bran…dishing a menacing Bailey Winter
stiletto。 ?I was still in wardrobe。 I?m sorry; these shoes; they?re just??
?Serena on the set!? cried the second assistant director。
Thanks for the update。
?Holly; Holly; Holly。? Ken Mogul shook his head。 ?To your mark; okay? Let?s do this again。?
The army of assistants retreated to the shadows and they ran the scene once more。 This time; as
Thaddeus was on the verge of responding to Miranda?s question; Serena burst into the restaurant;
right on cue; adjusting the stole that had slipped from her bare shoulder。
?I?m here; I?m here;? she chirped; striding past the other tables; swishing her tiered chiffon
Bailey Winter dress。 She dragged over a chair from an unoccupied table and sat。
?Can I help you?? snapped Miranda。
?Cut; please; cut; right now;? Ken Mogul muttered。
?Cut!? cried his loyal loudmouthed assistant。
?Miranda and Serena; please; you?re Helena and Holly now。 Make us believe it;? he
said。 ?Miranda; make me believe that you?re a woman who could run the world。?
Miranda nodded blankly; batting her fake eyelashes。 She was from the Lower East Side。 She?d
gone to a slutty Catholic school。 Her favorite food was Kraft mac & cheese。 She clearly had no
idea what he was talking about。
Did anyone?
During the third take; everything seemed to e together。 Thaddeus and Miranda sparkled;
nailing their lines perfectly; even throwing in some adlibbed business about that day?s specials。
The lighting looked beautiful and natural; with no accidental glares or twinkles; the sound quality