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whatever it is that he has to say, then he'll go. That'll be the end
of it."

Julie studied Raven's face. "Will it?"

q'Oh, yes." Raven smiled. She was a bit weary after the emotional
outburst but more confident.

She had regained her control. "I like my life just as it is, Julie.

He's not going to change it. No one is, not this time."

Chapter 2

RAVEN HAD DRESSED CAREFULLY, TELLING HERSELF it was because of the
fittings she had scheduled and the luncheon meeting with her agent.

She knew it was a lie, but the smart, sophisticated clothes made her
feel confident. Who could feel vulnerable dressed in a St. Laurent?

Her coat was white silk and full cut with batwing sleeves that made it
seem almost like a cape. She wore it over matching pants with an
orchid cowl-neck blouse and a thick, gold belt. With the flat-brimmed
hat and the carefully selected earrings , she felt invulnerable.

You've come a long way, she had thought as she had studied herself in
the bedroom mirror.

Now, standing in Wayne Metcalf's elaborate ; the rise to fame together,
she scratching out a living singing in seamy clubs and smoky piano bars
and he waiting tables and sketching designs no one had the time to look
at. But Raven had looked and fitting room, she thought the same thing
again about both of them. Wayne and Raven had started admired and
remembered.

Wayne had just begun to eke out a living in his trade when plans had
begun for Raven's first concert tour. The first professional decision
she made without advice was the choice of her costume designer. She
had never regretted it. Like Julie, Wayne was a friend close enough to
know something about Raven's early personal life. And like Julie, he
was fiercely, unquestionably loyal.

Raven wandered around the room, a much plusher room; she mused, than
the first offices of Metcalf Designs. There'd been no carpet on that
floor, no signed lithographs on laquered walls, no panoramic view of
Beverly Hills. It had been a cramped, airless little room above a
Greek restaurant . Raven could still remember the strange, heavy
aromas that would seep through the walls.

She could still hear the exotic music that had vibrated through the