green ribbon around the handle. “Nope. Sorry. I don’t get a chance at becoming the next Queen of Romalia.”
“That blows.”
Chloe smiled. “I’d rather be the hostess. Royalty is for the birds. I don’t think this guy can pick out a tube of toothpaste on his own. He’s got to have approval for everything.” She stuck out her tongue in disgust. “Not the type of life for you or me.”
Julia gaped at her. “You’ve got to be kidding. I’d kill to be a princess. It’d be so cool. All that money and fame and—”
“The grass is always greener on the other side,” Chloe interrupted as she quickly folded a few skirts and shirts, stuffing them into the second suitcase. She grabbed a few pairs of shoes from the floor of her closet.
“Ah, come off it, Chloe. I know you better than you think. You’d love to be a princess, too. Every woman would. That’s why we’re so fascinated with royalty. We all want to be Cinderella.”
“Yeah, look where it got Princess Diana.”
“Okay, that’s an exception.”
“Princess Grace.”
Julia stuck out her tongue. “You’re morbid.”
“Being royal does not guarantee happiness.”
“But it does guarantee a few things.”
Chloe groaned at Julia’s dreamy sigh. “Enough. I’m not going to be a princess, and neither are you. We’ll be lucky if we can pay next month’s rent.”
Julia grinned. “I’m relying on you. I shouldn’t have to work after this gig of yours. We’ll be set. You’ll be famous, and I’ll be your assistant.”
Chloe reached into the closet and grabbed the carry-on that matched her luggage set. “Don’t you want more than that?” Chloe asked as she ducked into the bathroom to pack a few necessities. Julia dreamed of being a model. Her idol was the ageless American beauty Christie Brinkley.
“Don’t forget protection,” Julia called.
Chloe stuck out her head and glared at Julia. “Very funny,” she said, ducking back into the tiny bathroom the two of them shared. It connected their bedrooms.
“Well, you never know. Imagine getting laid by a prince.”
Chloe walked out of the bathroom and shook a hairbrush at her best friend. “Believe me, I’m not getting anything for the next few weeks. I’m going to work my ass off, and hopefully I’ll get noticed and be hired by a soap opera or sitcom or something.”
“What about movies?”
“I’m not aiming that high yet. One step at a time,” she said, tossing the hairbrush into her luggage. “I have to get through this first.”
Julia grabbed her hand. “You won’t forget about little old me, will you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“When you make it big—and I know you will—you won’t forget me, find a new BFF?”
“Of course not. How can you think such a thing?”
Julia shrugged. It broke Chloe’s heart to see the tears shimmering in her blue eyes. She pulled her into a suffocating hug and kissed the top of her loyal friend’s head.
“You’re my best friend. I’ll never ever forget you. Remember, we’re going to live in a huge mansion someday and have fabulous parties and drink champagne and eat the most expensive chocolate we can find and have endless walk-in closets.”
Julia giggled. “Sounds great.”
It did sound great. They had fantasized about it since the day they met eight years ago at an audition for a shampoo commercial. Neither got the job, but it’d been the start of an incredible friendship.
“And I’m relying on you to slap me silly if I ever get too big-headed for my britches.” Chloe pulled away and checked the time again. Yikes. Her time was up. The limo was probably waiting for her on the street outside their apartment. She bolted off the bed. “I’ve gotta go, Jules. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
Julia grabbed one of the overstuffed suitcases. “You need to learn how to pack.” She moaned as she lifted the navy piece and carried it out the door. “Ever heard of less is more?”
“I hardly had time
“That blows.”
Chloe smiled. “I’d rather be the hostess. Royalty is for the birds. I don’t think this guy can pick out a tube of toothpaste on his own. He’s got to have approval for everything.” She stuck out her tongue in disgust. “Not the type of life for you or me.”
Julia gaped at her. “You’ve got to be kidding. I’d kill to be a princess. It’d be so cool. All that money and fame and—”
“The grass is always greener on the other side,” Chloe interrupted as she quickly folded a few skirts and shirts, stuffing them into the second suitcase. She grabbed a few pairs of shoes from the floor of her closet.
“Ah, come off it, Chloe. I know you better than you think. You’d love to be a princess, too. Every woman would. That’s why we’re so fascinated with royalty. We all want to be Cinderella.”
“Yeah, look where it got Princess Diana.”
“Okay, that’s an exception.”
“Princess Grace.”
Julia stuck out her tongue. “You’re morbid.”
“Being royal does not guarantee happiness.”
“But it does guarantee a few things.”
Chloe groaned at Julia’s dreamy sigh. “Enough. I’m not going to be a princess, and neither are you. We’ll be lucky if we can pay next month’s rent.”
Julia grinned. “I’m relying on you. I shouldn’t have to work after this gig of yours. We’ll be set. You’ll be famous, and I’ll be your assistant.”
Chloe reached into the closet and grabbed the carry-on that matched her luggage set. “Don’t you want more than that?” Chloe asked as she ducked into the bathroom to pack a few necessities. Julia dreamed of being a model. Her idol was the ageless American beauty Christie Brinkley.
“Don’t forget protection,” Julia called.
Chloe stuck out her head and glared at Julia. “Very funny,” she said, ducking back into the tiny bathroom the two of them shared. It connected their bedrooms.
“Well, you never know. Imagine getting laid by a prince.”
Chloe walked out of the bathroom and shook a hairbrush at her best friend. “Believe me, I’m not getting anything for the next few weeks. I’m going to work my ass off, and hopefully I’ll get noticed and be hired by a soap opera or sitcom or something.”
“What about movies?”
“I’m not aiming that high yet. One step at a time,” she said, tossing the hairbrush into her luggage. “I have to get through this first.”
Julia grabbed her hand. “You won’t forget about little old me, will you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“When you make it big—and I know you will—you won’t forget me, find a new BFF?”
“Of course not. How can you think such a thing?”
Julia shrugged. It broke Chloe’s heart to see the tears shimmering in her blue eyes. She pulled her into a suffocating hug and kissed the top of her loyal friend’s head.
“You’re my best friend. I’ll never ever forget you. Remember, we’re going to live in a huge mansion someday and have fabulous parties and drink champagne and eat the most expensive chocolate we can find and have endless walk-in closets.”
Julia giggled. “Sounds great.”
It did sound great. They had fantasized about it since the day they met eight years ago at an audition for a shampoo commercial. Neither got the job, but it’d been the start of an incredible friendship.
“And I’m relying on you to slap me silly if I ever get too big-headed for my britches.” Chloe pulled away and checked the time again. Yikes. Her time was up. The limo was probably waiting for her on the street outside their apartment. She bolted off the bed. “I’ve gotta go, Jules. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
Julia grabbed one of the overstuffed suitcases. “You need to learn how to pack.” She moaned as she lifted the navy piece and carried it out the door. “Ever heard of less is more?”
“I hardly had time
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