Margo leaned in. “Who’s directing?”
Celeste shook her head. “Too easy. Let’s steal the rights to all our old films back. Every single one we were paid less than the leading man for.”
At the after-party, a twenty-three-year-old influencer cornered Lena. “You’re so inspiring,” she gushed. “Do you have any regrets?”
Margo blinked. She hadn’t been offered a feature in six years. “And who’s financing?”
Margo appeared at her elbow. “They’re offering us a trilogy.”
“So build what?” Lena asked.
Margo grinned. “I’ve always wanted the Hope Diamond.”