pretended as if I felt perfectly calm inside, as if being treated like a tiger at the zoo was my most comfortable situation. Don and I held hands and smiled for every flashing bulb. At the end of the red carpet stood a few men with microphones. Ruby was speaking to one. Joy and Celia were speaking to another. The third put his mic in my face. He was a short guy with small eyes and a bulbous, gin-blossomed nose. A face made for radio, as they say. “Miss Hugo, are you excited for this picture to come out?” I laughed as kindly as I could to disguise what a stupid question he was asking. “I’ve waited my whole life to play Jo March. I’m incredibly excited for tonight.” “And you seem to have made a good friend during filming,” he said. “What’s that?” “You and Celia St. James. You seem like you’re great friends.” “She’s wonderful. And wonderful in the film. Absolutely.” “She and Robert Logan seem to be getting hot and heavy.” “Oh, you’d have to ask them about that. I don’t know.” “But didn’t you set them up?” Don stepped in. “I think that’s all for questions,” he said. “Don, when are you and the Mrs. going to start a family?” “IT said it was enough, friend. And it’s enough. Thank you.” Don pushed me forward. We got to the doors, and I watched as Ruby and her date, followed by Joy and hers, walked through. Don opened the door in front of us, waiting for me. Robert held the one on the other side for Celia. And I got an idea. I took Celia’s hand and turned us around. “Wave to the crowd,” I said, smiling. “Like we’re the goddamn queens of England.”