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food?”
    â€œThat’s none of your business, Grace.”
    â€œIs she trying to get you to help her cousin ManMan get out of jail?” Grace quipped.
    â€œI don’t ask questions about the men you date or about their intentions, so don’t you dare do it to me, Grace King. What you are going to do right now is go to the church, apologize to Sister Bryce, and serve some food. We need some photos of you doing community service out there so you can start cleaning up your image.”
    Grace looked down at the diamond bezel around the face of her watch. “As appealing as that sounds, I have a lunch date.”
    â€œWith who?” Ethan removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
    â€œThat’s none of your business, Mr. Summerville.” Grace pulled the gold chain strap of her purse around her body, lifted her olive-green scarf slightly over her head, and pushed her glasses tightly against her face, trying to hide the hurt Ethan’s remark had caused. “When you send a camera crew down there, let me know, and Grace King will be there, feeding the poor and cradling suckling babes in my arms.”
    â€œYou’re going back there this evening to help serve dinner.” Ethan let his glasses fall onto the desk. “I’m not hiring a camera crew. There are probably some plants in there already, using their camera phones to get a picture of you. Someone posted a photo of you on CelebrityDaily.com.” Turning to his computer, he punched in the address of the celebrity sighting and gossip blog. “Searching for Grace. Supermodel Grace King in front of Mount Carmel Community Church in Harlem, pleading with the doorkeeper to let her in,” he said, reading from the computer screen. Ethan turned the monitor around so that it faced her. “You may not think anyone is watching, but everyone is, and a majority of them are hoping you get it together. I’m praying that you do.”
    â€œDo they really want to see me get it together, or do you want to mock me?” Grace stood. “You know something, Ethan? One thing I’ve found to be true in this life is what my mother told me when I was a little girl. She said, ‘Trouble don’t last always, and when it seems like it does, I’ve discovered that there’s nothing a mimosa can’t wash away.’” With that, Grace waved good-bye, as if she was parting with a friend, and walked out of the office.
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    â€œExcuse me,” Grace called to the young waitress from across the room. “May I please have another?” She raised her empty champagne glass in the air, shaking it from side to side.
    â€œAre you allowed to drink?” Junell Pierce asked.
    â€œJunie, I’m grown,” Grace replied in response to her best friend’s question. She set the champagne glass on the table and rested her hands beneath her chin. “I can do what I want.”
    â€œThat’s not what I heard,” Junell said, flipping her long straw-colored locks over her shoulder.
    â€œWhat did you hear about moi?”
    â€œI heard that you’re not supposed to be drinking, and you’re doing community service at some church up in Harlem for, like, a year.”
    Grace slapped her thigh. “Dang, girl, how do you know all my business? I think you’re taking your role on that detective show a little too seriously.” Grace chuckled.
    â€œIf anybody should know, you should know that people in the industry talk, and right now everyone is talking about you, Grace King.” Junell pointed a long manicured finger at Grace.
    â€œFill me in.” Grace scooted to the edge of her seat. “What are they saying?”
    â€œA lot of people are saying you’re washed up and you’re a liability.” Junell pointed at Grace. “But you and I,” she said, placing her hand on her chest, “both know that is not true. What does Ethan have to say about