Camila picked up the pace then, the red dress a flash, a tiny dot she couldn't lose sight of. She was hot on its heels, heading for a quieter part of the studio – those back corridors nobody really goes down.

When she whipped around the corner, there she was, back to Camila, just standing there by the window. Even with that huge hat hiding her face, Camila knew exactly who it was.

The flair, the elegant still, almost dangerous way she carried herself? Yeah, no mistaking it.

"What do you ...