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Authors: Savannah Blevins
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nearby waitress and grabbed two glasses of wine. “All this time, I thought you were this conservative ninny from the sticks, but the past couple weeks have really brought you out of your shell.”
Magnolia self-consciously pulled at the short hem of her dress.
Cressida smacked her hand away. “You stop it. I like this Magnolia.”
Magnolia gladly accepted the wine and took a gulp. Surviving Cressida always called for wine. “I was never a conservative ninny.”
“You know what I mean. You never dressed like this at work.”
“Just because I take my job seriously doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun…in moderation.”
“Mmm. Girl. That cleavage you’re showing is not in moderation.” Cressida giggled into her glass. “I’m going to take you to the club after this, and show these Yankee boys what they’ve been missing.”
Magnolia playfully slapped her shoulder. “Hush. I’m going home after this. I have another interview tomorrow before the guys leave for their road trip.”
Cressida groaned and started leading Magnolia over toward the studio side of the building. Rows of spiraled iron stools set paired with easels in neat little rows separated down the middle by an aisle of red plush carpet. A couple women already took up the front row next to the platform that displayed a table and bowl of fruit they would attempt to replicate later. There was supposed to be a live model, but Magnolia had complained during the staff meeting that morning that the Greek model turned pop singer had canceled at the last minute. So, now they were stuck with apples and oranges.
Magnolia took the first open seat next to Cressida on the aisle. “Speaking of interviews,” Cressida said, whispering to her, “Stella texted me and said you totally ditched my idea and interviewed the coach today.”
“Wasn’t my call. Evan arranged it.”
Cressida held her glass to her lips. “That Evan. I will have to deal with him.”
“You will do no such thing. He’s a good guy. He was only looking out for me.”
Someone cleared their throat behind Magnolia’s shoulder, but it wasn’t until she heard the voice that she turned around. “Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
A girl with bright auburn hair smiled at her. She sat at the easel on the other side of the aisle. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but are you a reporter for MSG?”
Magnolia groaned. This was it. The beginning of the end. This girl probably saw the video and recognized her. Ferocia’s evil plan to ruin her career was quickly taking hold. “I am.”
The girl’s eyes lit up. “I thought that was you.”
Magnolia scrunched her nose, and the girl laughed. “I really don’t mean to bother you, but I had to tell you that I loved the interview you did with Austin Blakely.”
Austin was right. The magazine was evil. Ferra Decantur was worse. Something much worse.
Magnolia ran an annoyed hand down her face, sighing into it. “You shouldn’t believe anything you read in The Whisperer or that you see on their ridiculous website . ”
The girl smiled. “I didn’t see it on The Whisperer . Well—I mean—I did, but that’s not where I know you.” She stuck her hand out to shake, and Magnolia cautiously took it. “I’m Leila Rylander. You also interviewed my husband the other night. Henrik. Though that interview wasn’t quite so memorable.”
“Your husband?” Cressida suddenly perked up. She leaned over Magnolia’s lap, practically scooting into the seat to share it with her. “You’re married to Henrik Rylander?”
“Yeah.” Leila turned her head curiously to the side. “Why?”
Cressida squeezed Magnolia’s shoulder as if reining in her excitement. “I want to ask you so many inappropriate questions.”
“Cressida!” Magnolia smacked Cressida’s shoulder.
“Oh, c’mon, Mags, you know you’re curious how far down all those tattoos go.”
Cressida slid back into her seat with a little encouragement from Magnolia’s elbow. She had
Magnolia self-consciously pulled at the short hem of her dress.
Cressida smacked her hand away. “You stop it. I like this Magnolia.”
Magnolia gladly accepted the wine and took a gulp. Surviving Cressida always called for wine. “I was never a conservative ninny.”
“You know what I mean. You never dressed like this at work.”
“Just because I take my job seriously doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun…in moderation.”
“Mmm. Girl. That cleavage you’re showing is not in moderation.” Cressida giggled into her glass. “I’m going to take you to the club after this, and show these Yankee boys what they’ve been missing.”
Magnolia playfully slapped her shoulder. “Hush. I’m going home after this. I have another interview tomorrow before the guys leave for their road trip.”
Cressida groaned and started leading Magnolia over toward the studio side of the building. Rows of spiraled iron stools set paired with easels in neat little rows separated down the middle by an aisle of red plush carpet. A couple women already took up the front row next to the platform that displayed a table and bowl of fruit they would attempt to replicate later. There was supposed to be a live model, but Magnolia had complained during the staff meeting that morning that the Greek model turned pop singer had canceled at the last minute. So, now they were stuck with apples and oranges.
Magnolia took the first open seat next to Cressida on the aisle. “Speaking of interviews,” Cressida said, whispering to her, “Stella texted me and said you totally ditched my idea and interviewed the coach today.”
“Wasn’t my call. Evan arranged it.”
Cressida held her glass to her lips. “That Evan. I will have to deal with him.”
“You will do no such thing. He’s a good guy. He was only looking out for me.”
Someone cleared their throat behind Magnolia’s shoulder, but it wasn’t until she heard the voice that she turned around. “Excuse me.”
“Yes?”
A girl with bright auburn hair smiled at her. She sat at the easel on the other side of the aisle. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but are you a reporter for MSG?”
Magnolia groaned. This was it. The beginning of the end. This girl probably saw the video and recognized her. Ferocia’s evil plan to ruin her career was quickly taking hold. “I am.”
The girl’s eyes lit up. “I thought that was you.”
Magnolia scrunched her nose, and the girl laughed. “I really don’t mean to bother you, but I had to tell you that I loved the interview you did with Austin Blakely.”
Austin was right. The magazine was evil. Ferra Decantur was worse. Something much worse.
Magnolia ran an annoyed hand down her face, sighing into it. “You shouldn’t believe anything you read in The Whisperer or that you see on their ridiculous website . ”
The girl smiled. “I didn’t see it on The Whisperer . Well—I mean—I did, but that’s not where I know you.” She stuck her hand out to shake, and Magnolia cautiously took it. “I’m Leila Rylander. You also interviewed my husband the other night. Henrik. Though that interview wasn’t quite so memorable.”
“Your husband?” Cressida suddenly perked up. She leaned over Magnolia’s lap, practically scooting into the seat to share it with her. “You’re married to Henrik Rylander?”
“Yeah.” Leila turned her head curiously to the side. “Why?”
Cressida squeezed Magnolia’s shoulder as if reining in her excitement. “I want to ask you so many inappropriate questions.”
“Cressida!” Magnolia smacked Cressida’s shoulder.
“Oh, c’mon, Mags, you know you’re curious how far down all those tattoos go.”
Cressida slid back into her seat with a little encouragement from Magnolia’s elbow. She had
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