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“We’re good now,” says Sage to the girl who was accompanying her. “We’ll see ourselves out. We have to talk!” Sage hits the button for the elevator and links arms with me. “You are so hot right now. We’re both hot,” she adds with satisfaction, as we get in. “You know they’re begging me to do Florence Nightingale? Your husband thinks I should take it. But, you know, I have a lot of propositions right now. Playboy offered me a gazillion.” She takes out some gum and offers it to me.

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“I know, right?” She shrieks with laughter. “I need to hit the gym if I’m doing that.”

I blink in surprise. She’s doing it? I can’t believe Luke or Aran wants Sage to do Playboy.

“Cute shades,” she adds, looking at my Missonis, which are propped up on my head. “You were wearing them on Saturday, right? The press was all over them.”

She’s right. There were pictures of me in my Missonis in all the tabloids and on millions of websites. It’s all so surreal. When I look at the photos, it doesn’t feel like me. It feels like some other person out there, posing as “Becky Brandon.”

But that is me. Isn’t it?

Oh God, it’s too confusing. Do celebrities ever get used to being two people, one private and one public? Or do they just forget about the private one? I’d ask Sage, only I’m not sure she’s ever had a private life.

“They’re so unique.” Sage is still fixated on my shades. “Where did you get them?”

“They’re vintage. You can have them, if you like,” I add eagerly, and hand them over.

“Cool!” Sage grabs them and puts them on, admiring her reflection in the mirrored wall of the lift. “How do I look?”

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“Really good.” I tweak her hair a bit. “There. Lovely.”

At last! I’m styling a Hollywood film star, just like I wanted to in the first place.

“You’re smart, Becky,” Sage says. “This is a great fashion story. I’m wearing the shades you had on two days ago. The press will love it. This will be everywhere.”

That’s not why I gave them to her, but I suppose she’s right. I suppose she thinks about everything in terms of the press. Is that how I have to start thinking too?

We emerge on the ground floor, and Sage leads me straight to a big guy in a blue blazer, who is sitting on a chair in a corner. He has Slavic features and huge shoulders and doesn’t smile. “This is Yuri, my new bodyguard,” says Sage blithely. “Do you have security, Becky?”

“Me?” I laugh. “No!”

“You should totally think about it,” she says. “I had to hire Yuri after I got mobbed at home. You can’t be too careful.” She glances at her watch. “OK, shall we go?”

As we head out of the building, I feel a jolt of shock. A cluster of waiting photographers immediately start calling out, “Sage! This way, Sage!” They weren’t there earlier.

“How did they know you’d be here?” I say in bewilderment.

“You give them your schedule,” Sage explains in an undertone. “You’ll get into it.” She hooks her arm more firmly round mine and dimples in a smile. Her long, golden legs look amazing, and the Missoni shades clash brilliantly with her polka-dot top.

“Becky!” I hear a shout. “Becky, over here, please!” Oh my God, I’ve been recognized! “Beckeee!”

The shouts are growing into a chorus. All I can hear is, “Becky! Sage! Here!” Sage is playfully adopting pose after pose, most with her arm around me. A couple of tourists approach, and, with a charming smile, Sage scribbles autographs for them. It takes me a moment to realize they want mine too.

After a while, a blacked-out SUV appears, and Sage skips along to it, accompanied by Yuri. We get in, the photographers still clustering around us, and the driver maneuvers away.

“Oh my God.” I sink back into the leather seat.

“You should hire security,” says Sage again. “You’re not a civilian anymore.”

This is unreal. I’m not a civilian anymore! I’m one of them!

Sage is flipping though channels on the in-car TV, and she pauses as her own face comes into view, with the headline SAGE SPEAKS OUT.

“Hey! Check it out!” She cracks open a Diet Coke, offers one to me, and turns up the volume.

“I feel personally betrayed by Lois,” the on-screen Sage is saying. “I feel she’s let me down, not just as a fellow actor but as a woman and as a human. If she has problems, then I feel for her, but she should deal with those in an appropriate manner, not inflict them on others. You know, we were once friends. But never again. She’s let down the entire profession.” pqdm.com