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party. The closer I got, the more handsome Jude Law became, if that’s possible. God, what am I supposed to say? I thought anxiously as I approached. I mean, I don’t usually just go up to total strangers and start talking to them at parties.
    “Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” I said shyly when I reached his table. “But my friend overthere has a question for you. Um, she wants to know if…well…if, you know…you believe in…drivers?”
    Jude Law laughed, as though I had told the funniest joke in the world. This is always nice, even if secretly you have no idea you are making a joke.
    “I take the subway actually,” he answered.
    God, how cute, I thought. I would have thought it was cute if he said he traveled by hedgehog, though. Everything’s cute when you’re as cute as he is.
    “You’re so original!!!” yelled a stunning brunette sitting opposite, too loudly. “Hi. I’m Adriana A? The model? I’m in the new Luca Luca ads? I don’t think anyone introduced us yet. Hi! You’re Zach Nicholson, the photographer, right?”
    He nodded. Adriana was exotically beautiful, with bones like a Siamese cat’s. She had on those professional smoky eyes models all wear for shoots. I made a note to myself to copy the eye makeup but not the personality.
    “I mean, what’s it like down there in those subways?” continued Adriana. She was so flirtatious I swear I could virtually see her eyelashes curling while she was talking. “I bet it’s amazing. I bet you get so much inspiration for your work down there. You’re a brilliant photographer!”
    God, Muffy is such a liar sometimes. This man was 100 percent creative. Julie would be totally against the idea of a photographer as a fiancé.
    “Thank you. But my inspiration is all in my mind. I just like to get from A to B the quickest way possible,” replied Zach courteously.
    I didn’t think he was into Adriana. She was too much. God, he’s cute, I found myself thinking again. And god, what a crying shame for Julie that Monsieur Cute here takes subways not drivers.
    “I love love love the latest series. I went to MoMA to look. It’s, like, genius to be at MoMA at twenty-nine!!!” said Adriana.
    It really was bad luck for Julie. I mean, the photographer would have made a great fiancé, what with all that talent and charm. Suddenly he looked at me and whispered, “Save me from the Luca Luca model.” Then he said louder, “Hey! Join us, I haven’t seen you in so long,” and pulled me into his lap. “Why don’t you have some dessert,” he said, offering me a plate piled high with profiteroles.
    “I’d love to but I just developed an allergy to them,” I said, pushing the plate away. “You wouldn’t believe what a party like this does to your appetite.”
    Zach smiled and looked at me seductively.
    “Are you the wittiest girl in New York? Or just the prettiest?” he asked.
    “Neither,” I said, blushing. Secretly I was flattered beyond belief.
    “I think you might be both,” he said.
    I was completely, 150 percent charmed. I happily stayed put on Zach’s knee. If someone needs me I can’tsay no. And god it was heaven to save someone this heavenly from a beautiful model. It did suddenly occur to me that it might take me at least another five minutes to disentangle myself from my reconnaissance duty, so I waved at Julie and made a thumbs-down sign, as if to say, what a drag, no PHs with drivers in this area.
    At about 1 AM I was still saving Zach from Adriana. And even after she’d gone—not before telling us that we could see her on the billboard above the MTV building in Times Square—I definitely got the impression that Zach still needed saving. And some time after that, somehow (and please don’t ask me how because I am way too virginal to explain) Zach almost definitely ended up with his head pretty close to the aforementioned South American region of myself. And to all those gossips who gossiped that I stole a PH from under