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feet.”
                  “You underestimate yourself.”
                  “Do you remember, I was only twenty two when I came to New York?  My accounting degree was barely dry, and Chris wanted me to visit so I could watch him reap the rewards of his first off-Broadway hit.  I fell in love with the city and was trying so hard to get a job so I could stay.”
                  “And I was in his play,” Norah reminisced with her. “He was so excited you were visiting that he dragged me to lunch with him so I could meet his Emma.”             
                  “Yes.  And you were bitching about not being
    able to find a good assistant.  God, I can’t believe I just
    offered you my services like that.  I’d never done anything that brave before.”  Emma laughed at the memory.
                  “I’m glad you did,” Norah smiled as they reached the hotel. 
                  After they checked in, Emma went to her part of the suite and dug into a suitcase for her toiletries and one of the oversize t-shirts she favored for sleeping.
                  “I’m going straight to bed, Emma,” Norah called from her bedroom.
                  “See you in the morning,” she called back and shut her door.  She bundled her thick hair into a bun so it wouldn’t get wet, took a quick shower, and brushed her teeth.  She climbed into the big bed and had barely pulled the comforter over her before she slid into dreamless sleep.
     
    ***
     
                  “Emma?  You awake?”
                  Emma yawned and stretched before opening her eyes.  She stifled a laugh.  Norah’s blond hair was sticking up in tufts, and her eyes were smudged with last night’s mascara.  Norah grimaced.
                  “I’m not at my best this early in the morning.  Thank God we have people to make us look glamorous when we need it.”
                  “I’m just as bad,” Emma said as she ran her fingers through her hair.  She threw back the covers and stood.
                  “Room service,” Norah announced.  “Coffee and scones.”  She grinned.  “Then showers and shopping.”
                  “Already?”
                  “We only have a few days before we have to
    buckle down.  I want some London fashion.  And I’m ready to hit a few of the nightclubs.”
                  “Never a dull moment,” was Emma’s reply.  “I’d actually like to do some exploring.  I’ve always dreamed of vacationing here.”
                  “Of course.  We’ll squeeze that in, too.  I’d like to see some of the places we’ll be filming.”
                  They discussed their plans over a breakfast of coffee, scones with raspberry jam and fluffy scrambled eggs before separating to shower and dress.
                  “Well, that’s better,” Norah said as they met back up in the sitting area.  “Look at us.”  She tucked her arm into Emma’s and looked into the big mirror on the wall.  “Two women ready to take London by storm.”
                  Emma smiled as she picked up her purse.  “You look fabulous.”  It was true; Norah had the knack to make even slacks and a simple blue blouse look good.
                  “Let’s find killer outfits, a great nightclub, and a couple of good looking Brits to buy us drinks tonight.”
                  Emma shook her head and followed Norah out of the room.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
                  “Oh my God.  You have to buy it.  It was made for you.”
                  Emma studied her reflection and considered.  The turquoise dress molded her figure and the rhinestone straps sparkled.  It scooped low on her breasts and stopped at