Looking relaxed and happy, he hugged her when she came through the door, then waved her through to the kitchen, saying, ‘Great night, wasn’t it? Got to admit I was a bit drunk, so it’s taken a while to put the pieces together in my head. But I think it went really well.’ Nodding at the newspapers she was carrying now, he said, ‘I was just about to send out for mine to see what the critics are saying. So, go on . . . what’s the score?’ ‘Rave reviews, as expected,’ Georgie told him, pulling one of the tall stools out from under the breakfast bar and sitting down. ‘You’ll particularly like the write-up in the Mirror. But take a look at these pictures first.’ Looking over her shoulder as she laid the newspapers out, Larry smiled when he saw all the shots of his limo at the studio gates, taken from various angles to highlight the blonde girl in the too tight top and way too short skirt who was sprawled over the bonnet in one, looking suspiciously knickerless; trying to yank the door open in another; and kicking out at the photographers in another, with black mascara streaks running from her eyes to her chin.
