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Sylvie’s laptop pinged and the screen ca a hand to her heart Her pulse thundered in her ears and she wished like hell that she blogged about baseball instead of fashion At least then she’d have a Louisville Slugger in her apart her na

Ce it with heavy dread at the idea of getting a new e-mail from her sicko stalker She eyed the seventeen-inch laptop with suspicion A small, white block appeared in the middle of the screen

Makeup Ma

Laughing with relief, she rushed to her desk, clicked the video chat icon, and sank into her teal chair to have a long-distance video chat with her bestie “Hey, Drea How’s LA?”

Drea rolled her heavily-made-up eyes “I think every person here is blond and wants to look like hooker Barbie Do you have any idea how boring it is to have to ith the same color palate all day?”

“So ditch La-La Land and come back to Harbor City I miss you”

“Wish I could, doll baby, but if I want to eat, I have to work, and this is where the job sent h week for you, but…I have n of nerves

Sylvie sank back into her chair and rubbed her temples “That sounds ominous”

“You remember Emilio, Bloom’s old assistant?”

“Sure How he ever lasted six omaniac is beyond me”

“Emilio is made of stern stuff Well, the kid just moved out here froht He said Anders knows you’re the High-Heeled Wonder, and the man is beyond pissed about your takedown of his

latest collection”

Hell This was not good on so many levels

Anders’s ho felt vests and y ears on the runway Rainbow-patterned parachute pants However, because Anders was the fashion world’s latest l’enfant terrible, hardly anyone uttered a peep of criticish-Heeled Wonder’s declaration that the collection should be worn only in case of a Fraggle Rock apocalypse

“I don’t know if that has anything to do with the crazy sending you e-mails,” Drea said “But I wouldn’t put it past Anders”