CHAPTER 5
“IT’S SEVEN THIRTY. Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” I asked Bradley.
“Just around the corner from the Lincoln Center.”
Grrr. That didn’t narrow things down much.
“And my new job?”
“Okay, okay.” He beamed at me. “Next month, Ishmael will be putting on his show at New York Fashion Week, and he needs an extra assistant. Voilà!” Bradley did jazz hands. “You’re his extra assistant.”
“Hold on…Ishmael? The Ishmael? Ishmael who dressed Velvet Jones in a dress made from orange peel for the Oscars last year?”
“That’s him. I wanted to buy that dress for Emmy as a joke, but Ishmael said it had already started to go crispy by the time Velvet stepped off the red carpet.”
I swayed a little and clutched at the breakfast bar. Ishmael? Girls would crawl their way through a
