"So here I am. Not ready. And I have a few more characters to play, a few more directors to terrify, and a few more young actresses to teach the fine art of saying 'no' without moving your lips."
A knock came. Too soft. It was Celia, her twenty-nine-year-old co-star from the indie film that had revived Margot’s career last year. Celia was beautiful in that hungry, desperate way of young actresses who hadn’t yet learned that the business ate its young.
Margot laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. "You always knew how to flatter."