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I’ve
chosen for her.   This just happens
to be the one she’s trying on now.”
    “I can only imagine what the others
look like.   So, why this one?”
    “I actually think it flatters her.”
    “You and I both know better, girl.”
    “That’s your opinion.”
    “When it comes to fashion, my opinion
rules in this city.”
    “No ego there.”
    “Oh, but it is there.   And it’s been well earned.   We’re about to see how powerful my
opinion is.”
    “What going on between you two?” Epifania asked.   “You look like you going to get into a cock fight.   Epifania see a
few of those.   They horrible.   The blood and the heads being hacked
off.   They suck the big time.”
    “We’re just talking about deceit, Epifania ,” Blackwell said.   “It’s nothing to worry about—and
certainly nothing I can’t handle.”
    “OK.   Whatever.”   She turned to me, and when she did, it
was as if her face filled with light.   “And look who else is here, Immaculata.   Yennifer Wenn!   She so pretty.   Always so pretty.   You know, Yennifer ,
I see you on the TV last night.   You
going through the hell right now, and Epifania feel
bad about all of it.   Sorry,
cookie—but it sometime happen.   But, hey, you look more pretty now than you did on the TV, so, you know,
there’s that.   What you here for?”
    “Things,” Blackwell said, obviously
wanting to put an end to this.   “It was
nice to see you, Epifania .   But, please, allow me to do you the
favor Immaculata is denying you.”
    “What favor?”
    “Give some thought to that
dress.   The white doesn’t suit
you.   Dior is good for you because
Dior understands your curves, but my suggestion is that you go for black for a sleeker
look.   Straighten your hair.   Have your makeup done
professionally.   And don’t listen to
a word Immaculata says about any of it, because she’s not your friend.   You may think that she is, but she
isn’t.   She’s probably only using
you for your money.”
    “Excuse me?” Immaculate said.
    Blackwell ignored her.   “That’s all for now,” she said to Epifania .   “But
heed my advice.   When Chloe is
finished with us, seek her out to help you find the right dress.”   Blackwell looked at Chloe, who had
remained silent on the sidelines throughout all of this.   “You will help her, won’t you,
Chloe?”
    “Of course.”
    “And you’ll have an influence?”
    She glanced fleetingly at
Immaculata.   “I’ll try my best.”
    “And I understand the challenge,”
Blackwell said.   “But do try.   And when you do find her the right
dress, put it on Wenn’s account—but don’t you dare make her look like a
fool.   Find something stunning, and
have it properly fitted to her.   She
deserves that.”  
    Epifania just shook her head at Blackwell.   “Why you being so nice to me?   I just call you wicked witch and a beetch .”
    “Because I know that I can be
both.   But I have a good idea that
your impression of me came from someone else.”   She looked hard at Immaculata, whose
face had fallen into a seething pit of hatred.   “Somebody has to be kind to you, Epifania .   Somebody needs to tell you the truth.   I just did.   Do not, under any circumstances, take
any advice from your frenemy , Immaculata.”
    “What does ‘ frenemy ’
mean?”
    “Someone who wants you to believe
that you’re her friend, but who wants nothing but the worst for you.”
    “That no Immaculata.   She a queen in my world.”
    “Unfortunately, you’ll learn better
before you know it.   Look, just let
Chloe take over, and you will arrive at tonight’s party looking lovely.   You are going, aren’t you?”
    “Oh, yes.   They always ask Epifania to come.   They know she write the
big checks.”
    “I thought so.”  
    Blackwell snapped her fingers at
Chloe, which gave her a start, and then she took me by the arm as the three of
us walked past them.  
    “Goodbye, ladies,”