sheet of paper she？d been given to read from and tucked it into her purse； partly to impress Ken
Mogul with the fact that she？d already memorized her lines； and partly to show that her feathers
weren？t easily ruffled。 Then she sat down on a bar stool and crossed her legs with Audrey
Hepburn？like balletic grace。
？I？m not going to give you any direction；？ Ken Mogul remarked。 ？You just do your thing； okay？
So ？ action！？
Blair had Googled Ken Mogul and found a ton of articles about how he called himself
the ？undirector；？ and how actors hated working with him because he just stared at them without
giving them any direction at all。 He probably thought he was terribly avant…garde or whatever。
Well； that was fine with her； because she didn？t need any direction？shewas Audrey Hepburn
playing Holly Golightly twenty…four hours a day。
She pulled a cigarette and the long ebony…and…mother…of…pearl cigarette holder she？d found in an
antique shop in Rhode Island two summers ago out of her slim black satin vintage Chanel
pocketbook。
？Howdo youdo ？？ she purred； sounding exactly like Audrey at her most charming。 She lit her
cigarette and blew a delicate stream of smoke over Ken Mogul？s head。 Then she delivered that
dreamy； faraway smile that was Audrey？s trademark。 ？Don？t you justlove it here？ Isn？t
itwonderful waking up and knowing this place isright here ； every day？ It？s my
absoluteparadise 。？
Blair waited for Ken Mogul？s response。 Those were the only lines she？d been given to say； and
she？d said them perfectly； even if she did say so herself。
Ken Mogul covered his bulging blue eyes with his hand and then pulled it roughly away again in