Seventy-Three:
Cecelia Porter
I’d been in Malibu six months. I couldn’t really have a job, or go to school, or do anything. I’d spent most of my time working as the personal assistant to Pixie Chambers just so that I could have something to do. Because of her personal connections, I was able to travel everywhere with her without anyone questioning things like a passport or personal identification.
Pixie knew who I was, but everyone else called me Lia Porter. I figured that was safer. At this moment in time, we were in New York. It was Fashion Week. Seamus Flannigan was performing the music for the Desmond Diamond fashion show. Pixie was modeling.
I was in the back, helping her get ready and making sure things ran smoothly.
“Lia!” Pixie called me over from where she sat in her hai
