“What are you doing here?” Rosemarie asked very snobbishly. Disgust fell off her tongue effortlessly when it came to my presence and, at this point, I just accepted this would be her attitude around me for the remainder of production.
I adjusted my pearl blue purse on my shoulder, rolling my eyes at her. “I was invited by Anthony Divine if you must know.”
She winced her nose but said nothing. We both strolled to the entrance of the luncheon, already hearing the gossiping and laughter behind the white-painted doors. An usher dressed in pink with her brown hair tied in a matching ribbon greeted us. “Good afternoon, ladies. We’ve been expecting you.” She handed us a pamphlet of the food they’d be serving and the programs they’d be displaying that afternoon. “You’ll be seated at table three
