Elena chuckled. "I had plenty of sequins. The doubt was just for flavor."
The night at The Gilded Pearl stretched on, filled with the low hum of stories that refused to be forgotten, proving that some beauties only grow more formidable with time.
"Remember the first time we walked in here?" Simone asked, stirring an old-fashioned. "1984. You wore that sequins-and-doubt look."