Even now, three months later, Leigh could remember every word of what Jesse said next. How he’d been intrigued with Leigh from the moment they met in Henry’s office; how much he grew to adore and respect her during the working Hamptons trips they’d shared; how he hadn’t thought himself capable of caring about someone so much. He told her that he knew it was all happening so fast, but that he didn’t want to waste any more of his life playing games or screwing around. She could take all the time she needed, especially in light of what had happened with Russell (Henry had told him everything), but he was committed to her and her only. Just tell him now if she felt the same way; if there was even the smallest chance she did, he would wait for her. Was there the smallest chance? She smiled now just remembering all of it.
The flight to Los Angeles was uneventful. As promised, Adriana was waiting for them at the baggage claim, chattering a mile a minute, filled with excitement and ideas about how the girls would spend their weekend.
‘First and foremost, we shop,’ Adriana announced as she clicked open the doors to her brand-new, candy apple red BMW M3 convertible.
‘Sweet car!’ Emmy breathed, running her hand across its trunk.
Adriana smiled happily. ‘Isn’t she hot? How can you live in California and not drive a convertible? It’s a sacrilege. She’s my ‘independence gift’ from my parents.’
‘You’re joking,’ Leigh said, delighted that the three of them could fall right back into their familiar patterns.
‘Not at all,’ Adriana sang. ‘They wanted to “encourage” my decision to support myself – I’m paying entirely for my own apartment, by the way – so here she is. I mean, I could’ve rejected it on principle, but that just seems silly, doesn’t it?’
The girls piled into the convertible and proceeded to work their way through lunch at the Ivy, store-hopping on Robertson so Emmy could pick up a pair of baby Uggs for her nephew, and a driving tour of Venice Beach, Adriana’s new neighborhood. Her studio was bright and modern, a clean, uncluttered space just two blocks to both the ocean and all the stores and restaurants on Main Street. Leigh couldn’t remember feeling this happy, this content, for a long time, and as the girls sipped wine and dressed for dinner, the thought occurred to her that the anxiety-related heart palpitations and clammy hands and fingernails-in-the-palm digging were things of the past. The Nicorette was gone. She even slept most nights. It was almost impossible to imagine, but if she had to select a single word to describe her current emotional state, she might have even chosen relaxed.
Singing Shakira the entire car ride to West Hollywood, the girls were prepped and ready for a big night out. It only helped when Adriana pulled up to the valet at Koi and was given a rock star-worthy greeting, followed by a worshipful double cheek kiss and a ‘fucking gorgeous, Adriana!’ by the otherwise obnoxious maître d’. They were immediately ushered past teeming heaps of sushi-seekers and sake-swiggers and deposited at one of the restaurant’s best tables, a prime swatch of real estate that offered 360-degree views of the dining area and bar, and glimpses of the cocktail garden cum paparazzi frenzy out front. A round of lychee martinis simply materialized, and within minutes the friends were in prime form.
‘So, what’s the plan?’ Leigh asked Adriana, who had been approached and greeted by no fewer than three people in the last ten minutes.
‘You’re like a local celebrity,’ Emmy said to Adriana, shaking her head. ‘Not that I’m remotely surprised, but still …’
Adriana flashed her perfect teeth and performed her sexy hair-flick move to what Leigh would swear were audible groans from nearby tables. ‘Querida, please, I’m blushing!’
‘Yeah, right,’ Emmy said. ‘Our shy, fragile flower, just waiting to bloom.’
‘Okay, so maybe not so shy,’ Adriana concurred. ‘And as for our plan, well, we aren’t committed to anything. We could meet up with Toby later, or’ – Adriana smiled devilishly again, clearly indicating which choice would be her preference – ‘we could head to Vine and meet up with some of those guys from Endeavor. One of them has a sick house and always throws great pool parties …’
‘What’s this I hear? A new love interest, perhaps? What about Toby?’ Leigh asked, popping a piece of salmon sashimi in her mouth.
‘What about Toby?’ Adriana said, the up-to-no-good smile back again. ‘He’s lovely, as always. But that’s not to say there aren’t many more lovelies out there …’
‘Does he know?’ Emmy asked.
Adriana nodded. ‘He’s wonderful, sweet, even fun sometimes. I told him I’d love to keep seeing him on a nonexclusive basis if he was okay with that, and he was. Can you really expect a girl in a brand-new city with so many delicious treats to choose only one? It’s inhumane!’
‘So, as far as our pact goes …,’ Emmy said, letting her words trail off.
‘Yes, that is why we’re out here, isn’t it? It’s been exactly one year since the agreement, and we’re supposed to evaluate this weekend. Declare a winner,’ Leigh said.
Adriana waved her hand dismissively. ‘The pact? Please. I’m so over it.’
Emmy laughed. ‘So are you admitting defeat?’
‘Absolutely, one hundred percent, not for a single second,’ Adriana said, sipping her martini and delicately licking her lips. ‘Admittedly, there’s no ring’ – she wagged her left hand, fingers spread – ‘but there could have been. And still can be, from Toby or anyone else. I might be thirty in a sea of gorgeous twentysomethings, but the more time I spend here, the more obvious it becomes: They’re amateurs. They’re little girls. They don’t know the first thing about seducing or keeping a man. We’re women … in every sense of the word.’
The waiter appeared at their table and began to uncork a bottle of Dom Pérignon. ‘We didn’t order that,’ Leigh said, looking to her friends for confirmation.
‘It’s from the gentlemen sitting at the end of the bar,’ he replied, the festive pop of the cork punctuating his words.
All three girls swiveled immediately to look.
‘They’re cute!’ Leigh said in the way committed girls do the world over. They’re totally fine … for you. I won’t be partaking because I’m madly in love with someone so much better …
‘Way too preppy,’ Adriana said automatically, her eagle eyes taking in the four men.
‘We don’t have to sleep with them, but we do have to invite them over for a drink,’ Leigh said in her most reasonable voice.
‘Please, we don’t owe them anything but a thank-you smile and a little wave,’ Adriana said, performing both with a flourish as she spoke.
Neither girl noticed that Emmy’s face was beet red, that she was fidgeting with her hands and refusing to look back at the bar.
‘You okay?’ Leigh asked, wondering if Emmy was having a Duncan-related regret, or worse, if they were his friends. They looked like East Coast prep-school guys, not at all like native Californians, and as Leigh watched Emmy grow more and more uncomfortable, she was sure she had hit on something. ‘Are those friends of Duncan’s?’ she asked.
Emmy shook her head no. ‘I’m so humiliated. My god, I never thought I’d see him again. What happens abroad stays abroad, right? Or what doesn’t happen …’
‘What is she talking about?’ Adriana asked Leigh.
Leigh shrugged; damned if she knew.
‘Is one of them a card-carrying member of the Tour de Whore? Or perhaps more than one?’ Adriana asked with a wicked smile.
‘God, I wish,’ Emmy sighed. ‘One of them – the guy in the striped collared shirt – is Paul. I can’t believe he recognizes me. This is so embarrassing. What am I supposed to do?’
‘Who’s Paul?’ Leigh asked, scanning her brain to recall the names of Emmy’s conquests from the past year. ‘The Israeli?’
‘Croc Dundee?’ Adriana asked.
‘The guy on the beach in Bonaire?’
‘Someone else entirely we haven’t heard of and are therefore going to torture you for?’
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nbsp; ‘No!’ Emmy hissed, looking very distressed. ‘I met Paul at the Costes in Paris, the first trip I took after the tour began. He’s the one I threw myself at, who completely rejected me. Had to go to his ex-girlfriend’s party. Any of this ringing a bell?’
Both girls nodded. ‘That was a year ago,’ Leah said. ‘I’m sure he doesn’t even remember you inviting him to your room, just the great conversation you had.’
‘Uh-huh, keep telling her your lies,’ Adriana said.
‘It doesn’t look like you have much choice,’ Leigh whispered. ‘He’s coming over here. Three o’clock. Two. One …’
‘Emmy?’ he said, sounding endearingly nervous. ‘I’m not sure if you remember, but we met in Paris, at the worst hotel on earth. Paul? Paul Wyckoff?’
‘Hi!’ Emmy said with the perfect amount of enthusiasm. ‘Thanks for the champagne. These are my friends Leigh and Adriana. This is Paul.’
Everyone shook hands and smiled and made a minute or two of small talk before Paul dropped two back-to-back conversational bombs. It turned out that although Paul was in LA for the week to visit his newly born niece, he’d actually moved to New York six months earlier and was living in a great apartment on the Upper East Side. As if that wasn’t enough to digest, he managed to mention how upset he’d been when Emmy never responded to the note he’d left for her, how he was sorry for just ditching her like that, but he’d been hoping to hear from her so he could make it up to her.
‘Note? What note?’ Emmy asked, all pretense of playing it cool totally gone.
‘How easily we forget!’ Paul laughed, and Emmy thought she might have to stand up and nibble on his lips then and there. ‘The one where I wrote this whole apology for leaving so abruptly, and I gave you all my contact information and basically begged you to get in touch. I left it with the front desk at the Costes when I checked out the next …’ His voice drifted off and he smiled as he realized what had happened. ‘You never got that, did you?’
Emmy shook her head. ‘Sure didn’t,’ she said cheerfully. This was, quite possibly, the best news she’d heard in an entire year.
Paul sighed. ‘I should’ve known better.’ He turned to the girls and, addressing Leigh and Adriana, asked if he might interrupt their dinner and steal their friend for a drink outside in the garden.
‘She’s all yours,’ Leigh said, waving her friend off, thrilled to see Emmy so happy.
‘Only for a few minutes!’ Adriana called after them. ‘We have plans after dinner.’ Adriana turned to Leigh and shook her finger admonishingly. ‘Don’t make it so easy for him,’ she reprimanded.
When Emmy returned twenty minutes later, she was flushed with excitement.
‘So, how was it?’ Leigh asked. ‘Judging by your face right now, I’m guessing it wasn’t utterly humiliating.’
Emmy laughed. ‘Not for me, at least. He said he had to work up the nerve to send over the champagne tonight because he was still embarrassed that I never called him. Can you believe it?’
‘Unbelievable,’ Leigh said, shaking her head. ‘And he lives in New York now? Are you kidding me?’
Emmy grinned happily, but there was barely a chance to celebrate. A minute later, Paul came back to the girls’ table. ‘Hey, I hate to do this again,’ he said with a sheepish smile, ‘but I’ve got to run.’
Emmy was so stunned that it prevented her from saying what she was thinking, namely, that Paul could take his whole Oh, I’m so sorry you never got my note act and shove it. Just minutes earlier she’d been going through a mental checklist of what she needed to do before she went home with him that very night (write down Adriana’s address so she could get home the following morning, borrow an extra Tampax or two from Leigh, double-check that she was wearing the cute camisole she thought she was), and now she was about to be left … again.
‘Going to another ex’s party?’ Adriana asked sweetly.
‘Actually, I’m, uh … Christ, it sounds stupid.’
Bring it on, Emmy thought to herself. Between the three of us, we’ve heard every stupid excuse in the book.
Paul checked his watch before jamming his hands into his pockets. He cleared his throat. ‘I’m doing the night shift for my brother and sister-in-law, and it starts right about now, so …’
‘The night shift?’ Emmy asked.
‘Yeah, it’s only their fourth night at home after leaving the hospital and they’re sort of freaked out. Tired, too. I, uh, had some extra vacation time and figured I’m pretty good at staying up late, so I volunteered to take care of the baby at night.’ He shook his head. ‘She’s a handful.’
Leigh and Adriana shot each other a look. This guy may as well have had the future father of emmy’s children tattooed across his forehead.
‘Oh, how sweet!’ Emmy cooed, all anger and disappointment immediately forgotten. ‘Does your sister-in-law pump and then leave it for you in bottles? Is the baby good? I bet she’s a little colicky if she’s up all night. My sister just had a baby, too, and he’s a little scoundrel.’
‘Yeah, she’s having a rough time with the nursing – said it’s the hardest thing she’s ever done – so it’s a combination of breast milk and bottles right now. But the baby – Stella, that’s her name – is really good. She’s just so new, you know? She’s up every two hours.’
‘Awww,’ Emmy cooed, gazing at Paul with unabashed adoration. ‘She sounds adorable.’
‘Yeah, so I better run.’ He paused and appeared to think about something. ‘Hey, so no pressure whatsoever – I know you’re here with your friends and all – but it’d be great to have some company if—’
Emmy didn’t wait for him to finish. ‘I’d love to,’ she interrupted him. ‘I’m practically an expert now, and I can see you’re in dire need of help.’
Paul smiled, and even Adriana thought he looked absolutely delicious. ‘Excellent! I’m going to grab my coat and say good-bye to my friends. Meet you by the door in a couple of minutes?’
Emmy nodded and watched as he walked back toward the bar.
‘You’re not really going, are you?’ Adriana asked in such a way that indicated she already knew the answer was Of course not. ‘He can’t expect to run into you and have you follow him around like a puppy.’
Emmy took a long pull on her martini, set it down carefully, and smiled at Adriana. ‘I suppose I should woof right now.’
‘Emmy!’ Adriana started to say, ‘Have I taught you nothing about—’
She held up a hand, and Leigh found herself silently cheering her on. ‘Stop being the rules Nazi, Adriana. Save it for your younger, more inexperienced fans. We’ – she motioned around the table and smiled hugely at her best friends – ‘are all experts now. And we did it the old-fashioned way.’
Adriana opened her mouth to argue, but appeared to reconsider. ‘All right,’ she said with an understanding nod. ‘I’ll buy that.’
‘To us,’ Leigh said, her glass aloft.
The girls clinked and sipped and smiled. It might be the end of the pact, but somehow, they all knew it: The good stuff was just beginning.
acknowledgments
Thanks first and foremost to Marysue Rucci, who is so much more than the world’s best editor; to Sloan Harris for talking me down from every ledge in town; and to David Rosenthal for cracking me up, time after time, always knowing when it’s most needed (and least appropriate). Thank you to the unparalleled team at Simon & Schuster, especially Aileen Boyle, Tracey Guest, Victoria Meyer, Katie Grinch, Leah Wasielewski, Jackie Seow, and Ginny Smith. I owe JoAnna Kremer, copy editor extraordinaire, a huge debt for making it look like I know more than the most rudimentary rules of grammar. Special gratitude to Melissa Perello for the crash course in all things chef-related. To Deborah Schneider, Vivienne Schuster, Betsy Robbins, Lynne Drew, Claire Bord, Helen Johnstone, Dave Patane, Kyle White, Stephen Frank, Judith Hirsch, and Cathy Gleason, thanks for all the much – appreciated advice and guidance in your many areas of expertise.
Thank you a mi
llion times over to my girlfriends, whose stories – I’ve stolen shamelessly: Audey Kent, Victoria Stein, Helen Coster, Alli Kirshner, Julie Hootkin, Laura Dave, Megan Deem, and Gretchen Bylow. To the Cohens – Allison, Dave, Jackie, and Mel – for welcoming me into the family with open arms and lots of wine. Mom, Dad, and Dana – thanks for being funnier and more sarcastic than me, for reminding me of it every day, and for returning my endless bitching and complaining with support and understanding … I love you all so much. Most of all, I want to thank Mike, who endured countless ‘hypothetical’ conversations about how ‘my characters’ should get engaged, and still managed to surprise me with the perfect real-life proposal. From the first panic attack to the very last line edit, you helped this book (and this writer) in more ways than I’ll ever admit.
Last Night at Chateau Marmont
LAST NIGHT AT CHATEAU MARMONT
Lauren Weisberger
For Dana, my sister and best friend forever
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
One – Piano Man
Two – Suffer One, Suffer All
Three – Makes John Mayer Look Like Amateur Hour
Four – A Toast to Hot Redheads
Five – They’ll Swoon for You
Six – He Could Have Been a Doctah
Seven – Betrayed by a Bunch of Tweens
Eight – My Weak Heart Can’t Handle Another Threesome
Nine – A Bun in the Oven and a Drink in Hand
Ten – Boy-Next-Door Dimples
Eleven – Knee-Deep in Tequila and Eighteen-Year-Old Girls
Twelve – Better or Worse Than the Sienna Pictures?
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