than five minutes after takeoff. And although Iâd like to pretend my beauty is natural, I need a lot more beauty products than can be crammed into a quart-sized ziplock bag.â She hugged Mackenzie lightly and kissed the air near both cheeks. âAnyway, Emmaâs arranged a car and driver, so I might as well have everything Iâll need.â
They contemplated each other for a long moment before Serena added, âI forgot how tall you are.â
âAnd I forgot that youâre practically a midget.â The insult rolled automatically off her lips, though Serena was in fact slightly taller than average and was often referred to as âstatuesque.â
âHey, Iâd gladly borrow an inch or two so that I couldwear lower heels. My feet are completely pissed off and Iâve only been on them for a matter of minutes.â
Mackenzie laughed. âWell, we canât have your digits angry at you. I hope you have a pair of flip-flops in one of those bags.â
âOf course I do. Itâs just finding them that might be a problem.â
âGeorgia!â Parts of the sea stopped surging to form a small crowd. âMiss Goodbody!â There was pointing and some laughter. Serena turned to smile and wave, but her body was as tight as her facial muscles.
âWhereâs your fan, Georgia?â a middle-aged man laughed.
âI seem to have left that at home,â she replied in a teasing tone. âSo youâre safe for the moment.â
âWhere are you headed? To work out?â a middle-aged woman tittered, though Serena was clearly not dressed for the gym. Georgia Goodbody spent a lot of time with her private trainer maintaining her âgood body.â
âIâm done for the day, thank goodness,â she replied in the drawl that had made Georgia and her famous. âYou all have a nice day now, you hear?â Gently, she turned her back on her impromptu audience. âAt home I could have added a âbless your heartâ and she would have known I was telling her to take a hike. Here Iâm always afraid someone will think itâs a religious comment.â Serena kept her eyes on Mackenzieâs face. Her shoulders and her smile softened as the crowd dispersed.
âThatâs what you get for being famous,â Mackenzie said.
âI know. And I donât ever want to seem ungrateful. But let us not forget Iâm famous for being a sexy cartoon character. Itâs kind of hard to take that seriously.
âSo, howâs Adam?â Serena asked as they headed back to the cab.
âGood. Heâs on his way to LA to pitch a new screenplay.â
âThatâs great.â Serena looked at her closely. âAnd you?â
âGood. Everythingâs good. The theaterâs . . . good. I brought pictures from our production of
Annie
. The kids wereunbelievably adorable. And the blog keeps growing.â Mackenzie shrugged. âNoblesville isnât exactly the fast lane, but itâs fast enough for me.â She immediately regretted her defensive tone. âDo you think one of us should text Emma and let her know weâre on our way?â
âIâll do it,â Serena said as the driver slammed the trunk shut and held open the door, perspiration dotting his forehead and his smile more than a little strained. She pulled out her phone. âOh, my God!â she said, looking down at the screen, her face twisted into a grimace of surprise, which turned into an expression of horror.
âWhat is it?â Mackenzie asked. âWhatâs going on?â
âThereâs a text from Zoe! Emma was hit by a car earlier this afternoon!â Serena leaned over the seat. âWe need to get to Mount Sinai Hospital as quickly as possible!â
âOh, my God!â
Serenaâs thumbs moved over her phoneâs keyboard as the cab began to inch back into traffic. When she got no response,