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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAHLIA,” Scarlett said, hugging her friend before she sat down at the table for lunch at Crustacean in Beverly Hills. “Sorry, I’m late.” Her heels tapped along a plexiglass covered stream in the floor that curved through the upscale restaurant, which was beautifully decorated with Vietnamese antiques and fresh flowers.
“Just glad you could make it,” Dahlia said, greeting her with warmth. “I know you’re busy.”
“Aren’t we all?” Fianna swung her wavy red mane over the shimmering, one-shoulder aquamarine blouse she wore, a stark contrast to the black suit Scarlett had on. “I barely beat you here.”
“Hi Fianna,” Scarlett said, embracing her. “Love your outfit. One of your designs?”
“Of course. And it would look great on you. We need to update your image. Honestly, how man
