Very much aware of their surroundings, Star squelched the urge to ask for the unabridged version in public. Each word that passed between the women and hinted at vampirism was subject to scrutiny; so far as Star knew, the press might be genius at reading lips.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need major details later.” She smiled at a light touch to her arm, offered in passing by a member of Victoria’s film-making crew. The blonde was quite adept at making friends of coworkers. Even those who had once cowered from her petulance at the Witching Hour were coaxed into camaraderie with after-hours drinks and dancing.
“Well, she’s being low-profile girl, so she’s obviously not here to crash. Maybe she wants to congratulate you.“ Star forewent mention of the proverbial olive branch being extended, since it was tree-like, and therefore made of wood.
She turned her face to her sire. “Listen, when’s the best time to see your ex? When you’re rich, successful, gorgeous, and on another woman’s arm, right? So let’s go.” She placed a palm at the base of Vicky’s spine. “