“That’s a wrap! Excellent everyone! Denaria, flawless as always.”
Denaria gave her director a dazzling smile. “Of course, Freddie darling.” She breezed past him and ignored his offered arm. “Gotta run!”
She was gone before Freddie could protest.
“Denaria, Denaria! Miss Davenport!” People called to on either side as she left the studio, but her stride never faltered, and her smile never slipped. She sauntered past everyone, the epitome of Hollywood perfection.
But her hands were shaking by the time she reached her Mercedes-Benz. Without a word she slipped a bottle of Jack from the glove box. Perfection wasn’t easy.