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you to a brand new restaurant on the Left Bank. It just opened last week. You'll like it."
"Sounds great, Peter! We'll meet you in the lobby at quarter of eight. Thanks." She hung up and dialed Jenny. "Peter called me," she told her. "He wants to take us both to dinner at eight o'clock."
"Are you sure he wants me tagging along? I can fend for myself. You have things to discuss about the shoot tomorrow."
"He insisted I bring you along, Jenny. He wants to meet you. Besides," Hildy sighed, "I need your moral support when I tell him what I'm sure was behind the bombing. I don't know how he'll react."
"It may not be as bad as you think," Jenny said.
"I hope you're right. I'd hate to lose this job. Not only because I've worked so hard to get it, but I don't want Greg to have the satisfaction of ruining things for me again."
"What are you going to wear?" Jenny asked. "Formal - informal - what?"
Hildy perked up and pushed aside the dread, determined to enjoy her first evening in Paris.
"He's taking us to a new, posh restaurant overlooking the Seine. It should be beautiful at night. I think I'll wear that nice pants suit I bought the other day. You know, the pretty red silk with the scattered sequins."
"I'll wear my peach and turquoise jumpsuit with the rhinestone belt. Oh, Hildy, I'm so glad I came! I'm going to enjoy every minute and forget about Ken and all my problems."
"Good for you! See you at the elevator. Twenty minutes of eight."
With a sigh of relief, Hildy hung up, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to the luggage rack to open her suitcase.
It wasn't long before she had all her clothes hung up in the closet, and all her toiletries neatly arranged on the countertop in the bathroom.
Before stretching out on the bed to relax she picked out her red silk pants suit with the scattered sequins and draped it over the chair in front of the bureau, ready to put on before meeting Peter for dinner. She placed her silver sandals on the floor, and her sequined evening purse on top of the bureau.
Exhausted from tension, she plunked herself down on the bed and dropped off to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
CHAPTER X
It was dusk outside when Hildy woke up, feeling refreshed. But as she showered and dressed, the memory of the bomb came back full force. What a close call! Put it out of your mind! You’re here, safe and sound. That’s what matters. I wonder what Jay Stuart would think if he knew what Greg did, she thought bitterly. Somehow she couldn’t get Jay out of her mind.
She blow-dried her long, blond hair and pulled it tight to her head before donning her wig. By now she was very adept at pinning it on, and the horn-rimmed glasses looked quite chic. Next, she donned her sparkling, red pants suit, buckled her silver sandals, and transferred her wallet with her passport into her silver, sequined evening purse that completed her ensemble.
Jenny appeared in a turquoise jumpsuit with peach trim, complemented with a rhinestone belt, turquoise evening pumps, and a sequined, peach evening purse.
They met at the elevator looking like a couple of movie stars - - Hildy with her brunette wig, the dark hair resting on her shoulders, and Jenny with her short, pixie-style, raven hair and dark brown eyes. Their slender figures looked like something out of the latest issue of “Vogue” as they swept gracefully off the elevator and into the lobby.
Peter was waiting for them. His eyes lit up as he sent them an admiring glance.
Hildy approached him, hand outstretched. “Hi!” she said, greeting him warmly. No one would dream she was quaking inside. How would Peter react when she told him? She was well aware of the danger they might all be in. And all because of her. Will this nightmare ever end? she asked herself for the umpteenth time.
Peter grinned at Jenny. “I guess this is the famous Jenny that Hildy’s been telling me about. Welcome to Paris!” His warm, brown eyes twinkled as he shook her hand. “I
"Sounds great, Peter! We'll meet you in the lobby at quarter of eight. Thanks." She hung up and dialed Jenny. "Peter called me," she told her. "He wants to take us both to dinner at eight o'clock."
"Are you sure he wants me tagging along? I can fend for myself. You have things to discuss about the shoot tomorrow."
"He insisted I bring you along, Jenny. He wants to meet you. Besides," Hildy sighed, "I need your moral support when I tell him what I'm sure was behind the bombing. I don't know how he'll react."
"It may not be as bad as you think," Jenny said.
"I hope you're right. I'd hate to lose this job. Not only because I've worked so hard to get it, but I don't want Greg to have the satisfaction of ruining things for me again."
"What are you going to wear?" Jenny asked. "Formal - informal - what?"
Hildy perked up and pushed aside the dread, determined to enjoy her first evening in Paris.
"He's taking us to a new, posh restaurant overlooking the Seine. It should be beautiful at night. I think I'll wear that nice pants suit I bought the other day. You know, the pretty red silk with the scattered sequins."
"I'll wear my peach and turquoise jumpsuit with the rhinestone belt. Oh, Hildy, I'm so glad I came! I'm going to enjoy every minute and forget about Ken and all my problems."
"Good for you! See you at the elevator. Twenty minutes of eight."
With a sigh of relief, Hildy hung up, kicked off her shoes, and walked over to the luggage rack to open her suitcase.
It wasn't long before she had all her clothes hung up in the closet, and all her toiletries neatly arranged on the countertop in the bathroom.
Before stretching out on the bed to relax she picked out her red silk pants suit with the scattered sequins and draped it over the chair in front of the bureau, ready to put on before meeting Peter for dinner. She placed her silver sandals on the floor, and her sequined evening purse on top of the bureau.
Exhausted from tension, she plunked herself down on the bed and dropped off to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
CHAPTER X
It was dusk outside when Hildy woke up, feeling refreshed. But as she showered and dressed, the memory of the bomb came back full force. What a close call! Put it out of your mind! You’re here, safe and sound. That’s what matters. I wonder what Jay Stuart would think if he knew what Greg did, she thought bitterly. Somehow she couldn’t get Jay out of her mind.
She blow-dried her long, blond hair and pulled it tight to her head before donning her wig. By now she was very adept at pinning it on, and the horn-rimmed glasses looked quite chic. Next, she donned her sparkling, red pants suit, buckled her silver sandals, and transferred her wallet with her passport into her silver, sequined evening purse that completed her ensemble.
Jenny appeared in a turquoise jumpsuit with peach trim, complemented with a rhinestone belt, turquoise evening pumps, and a sequined, peach evening purse.
They met at the elevator looking like a couple of movie stars - - Hildy with her brunette wig, the dark hair resting on her shoulders, and Jenny with her short, pixie-style, raven hair and dark brown eyes. Their slender figures looked like something out of the latest issue of “Vogue” as they swept gracefully off the elevator and into the lobby.
Peter was waiting for them. His eyes lit up as he sent them an admiring glance.
Hildy approached him, hand outstretched. “Hi!” she said, greeting him warmly. No one would dream she was quaking inside. How would Peter react when she told him? She was well aware of the danger they might all be in. And all because of her. Will this nightmare ever end? she asked herself for the umpteenth time.
Peter grinned at Jenny. “I guess this is the famous Jenny that Hildy’s been telling me about. Welcome to Paris!” His warm, brown eyes twinkled as he shook her hand. “I
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