Celia smiled brightly and did exactly as I did. We stood there, in black and green, redhead and blonde, one of us all ass and the other all tits, waving to the crowd as if we ruled them. Ruby and Joy were nowhere to be seen. And the crowd roared for us. We turned around and headed into the theater. We made our way to our seats. “Big moment,” Don said. “T know.” “In just a few months, you'll win for this, and I'll win for The Righteous. And then the sky’s the limit.” “Celia is going to be nominated, too,” I whispered into his ear. “People are going to leave this movie talking about you,” he said. “I have no doubt.” I looked over to see Robert whispering into Celia’s ear. She was laughing as if he actually had anything funny to say. But it was me who got her those diamonds, me who got her that gorgeous picture of the two of us that would make headlines the next day. Meanwhile, she was acting as if he was about to charm her dress off. All I could think was that he didn’t know about that line of freckles on her hip. I knew about them, and he didn’t. “She’s really talented, Don.” “Oh, get over her,” Don said. “I’m sick of hearing her name all the damn time. They shouldn’t be asking you about her. They should be asking you about us.” “D on, | ae He waved me off, determining, before I’d even said anything, that whatever I had to say was useless to him. The lights dimmed. The crowd quieted. The credits started to roll. And my face appeared on the screen. The entire audience stared at me on-screen as I said, “Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents!” But by the time Celia said, “We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other,” I knew it was all over for me.