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THE MORNING OF the fashion show dawned with a drenching downpour. Fianna stood at the window with a cup of hot tea, watching sheets of rain sluicing across the window pane. In the sun-loving city of Los Angeles, many people wouldn’t go out because of the rain, but in Ireland, rain was hardly an excuse. She doubted it would deter attendance.
A rap on the door broke her reverie, and Fianna turned the shiny brass handle. “Penelope, I’m so glad to see you,” she said, throwing her arms around her dear friend. “Are you ready for this today?”
Penelope hugged her back. “It’s what I do. The question is, are you?”
“Everything is set. I can’t think of anything else to check.”
“Then let’s get ready to rock that runway.” Penelope was dressed in black leggings and boots. A Louis Vuitton tote was
