QUOTE : But I got caught up in the life. Celeste, my audience, sitting back with her feet crossed at the ankles, knees closed, slim fingers curled around a flute of champagne (yes, champagne—this was how exclusive the shop was; they served champagne while you tried on clothes), her entire face lit with delight when I’d walked out wearing that gown. The instant I did, she threw out a graceful hand, saying I simply had to have it, that it was made for me, and I forgot who I was, where I came from, where I would go when I went home, and bought it. But it was ridiculous. I’d have nowhere to wear it. Still, I liked the idea of just owning it and decided that, maybe, on occasion, I’d make myself a fabulous dinner, buy myself a good bottle of champagne, put it on, and share my dinner with Memphis, pretending I was back in this life. That this was me. That might be a weird thing to do, but I figured it also would be fun.