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cream. Now their desperatebid for stateside, Paris Hilton–like fame was catching on with a hit reality series on the Oxygen network called Deep Inside M&M .
    Last night Sutton had attempted to screen an entire hourlongepisode but gave up after the first thirty minutes, which chronicled Mio and Mako’s bikini wax appointment and their attempts to change the outgoing voice mail messages on their cell phones.When Sutton saw that the remainder of the show would feature the twins doing little more than countingthe shoes in their closets and fighting over a D&G dress, she promptly powered down the DVD player.
    Sutton’s stomach did a complete revolution as a realizationbecame clear. A few months ago she had been grilling Condoleezza Rice about Iran’s nuclear capabilities. Today she would be lobbing questions to Mio and Mako about the number of shoes in their closet.
    Just as the door to her dressing room opened, Sutton heard Jay cry out from the corridor, “No! Not that room!”
    But it was too late. In front of her stood a confused delivery boy holding an explosion of mango and burgundy calla lilies in an antique silver vase. The arrangement was from Ariston Florist on Fifth Avenue. Sutton instantly recognized the meticulouswork of owner Thomas Barbagianis. Garrison kept the Greek-born florist on speed dial. For one stupid, vulnerable moment, Sutton’s heart lifted with emotion. Was he wishing her good luck on what would be her first show? Maybe he ...
    Suddenly, the sight of Jay’s pained expression triggered the intellectual truth that Sutton already knew. The flowers were not for her. Garrison had sent them to that bitch.
    Sutton betrayed nothing as Jay quietly ushered the delivery person out of the room and down the hall, returning momentslater with an effusive apology.
    She halted him. “It’s okay, Jay.” Then she gestured to her packet of research. “I need to see someone about the graphics for the ‘Bee in Our Bonnet’ segment.Would that be Candace?”
    Jay nodded, searching Sutton’s eyes for more. “What about the graphics?”
    â€œI just want to go over the image sequence and make sure we’re in synch.” She smiled at him. “Jay, I hope you have more pressing matters than intercepting flower deliveries and micromanagingthe work of a production assistant. Otherwise, this show is in trouble.”
    Jay conceded her point with a sigh. “Be nice to Candace. I don’t need her to quit. She’s too good.”
    Sutton drew back dramatically. “Am I some kind of monster?”
    â€œYou made the set designer cry,” Jay pointed out.
    Sutton shrugged. “Allowing Sarah to go on thinking she’s talented is ultimately a disservice. I care about her.”
    â€œWell, in that case, when it comes to Candace, try to be as unfeeling as possible.” Jay rolled his eyes, darting out of the way as the hair and makeup team bounded inside Sutton’s sanctuary.
    â€œOkay, Queen Bee,” Joey intoned breathlessly. “Let’s make you the most fabulous of all.” He positioned himself behind her and began finger-styling her hair, studying the results through the dressing mirror. “Nervous?”
    â€œAmateurs get nervous,” Sutton informed him grandly.
    Joey, his tanned, toned, tattooed body packed into a tight T-shirt, shared a secret smile with Olivia, the plump makeup girl with unbelievably gorgeous skin.
    Sutton smiled. “I take that look to mean the others are absolutelyterrified.”
    â€œMaybe a few pre-show jitters,” Joey murmured. “I wouldn’t say they were terrified .”
    Sutton ran a hand along the wisps of hair tapering her neck. “I’m thinking of letting it grow out.”Through the mirror,she searched Joey’s eyes for approval.
    He seemed to be considering her announcement when Olivia squealed, “Are you going to tell her, or should I?”
    Sutton