When I look up, Chloe meets my eyes in Ming’s vanity mirror. “What’s that smile about, Lizard? Darcy need you to buff his desk?”

The room erupts in a chorus of faux-scandalized “Ooooh!”s.

“I told you about that in confidence.” I point at Ming, who bats her enhanced lashes innocently. “I blame you for this. She was perfectly well behaved before you.”

“Ten points if he figures out how to get that costume off of you.”

I shake my head but admire my reflection in her vanity mirror all the same. The playsuit makes me look like a superhero by way of a classic Playboy bunny, sans tail and ears. The plum satin is inset with velvet panels of the same color and is the most luxurious thing I’ve ever worn. The perilously deep V at the neckline required a whole other level of fashion tape, but that’s only a safeguard against all the bending over I’ll have to do during the show; the fit is perfection.

Diva trails Momma, pouring prosecco into the glasses, and I hand out the rest of the stems. Andrea presses through the curtain at the door, scowling at the tablet she holds.

“God, spare me the self-importance of an Academy Award nominee’s personal assistant.” Andrea holds the tablet to her chest, taking a restorative gulp of her martini. “I was just on the phone for ten minutes with some brat who wouldn’t divulge whom, exactly, she was making a reservation for. Like I’m going to call the damn Post? Chloe, dear, do any of your clients use ‘Janet Doe’ for reservations? I need to know if it’s anyone worth putting up with.”

Chloe narrows her eyes in thought. “Yes.” She nods. “And yes. Very worth it. But her assistant is the worst.”

“Noted and noted.” Andrea hands off her martini glass to Diva, who freezes, rhinestone-studded brows drawn in confusion. Andrea taps furiously onto the tablet, then retrieves her glass. Diva shrugs and presses on.

“And, Tonic,” Andrea continues, “can you tell your boyfriend he can’t have the front island at stage right every goddamn weekend you’re booked? He looks like a baby mob accountant.”

Tonic covers her face with her hands and the room titters with giggles. Toby and Tonic was a pairing I couldn’t have anticipated. Unbeknownst to me, Toby snagged one of the business cards for Tonic’s aerial lessons at the Work It event, then spent the better part of a month trying to get up the nerve to make an appointment. Now I’m scheduling their weekend getaways and gleaning more than I’d like from calls to the office with contractors about where Toby’s installing aerial hardware in his new penthouse.