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Lola Santisi—CEO of a struggling fashion line in New York and daughter of Hollywood Royalty—has given up her Actorholic ways for her hot Doctor Boyfriend in LA and a frenzied bicoastal existence. She hardly knows which shoe fits her anymore: the...

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Overview

New York Times bestselling authors Amanda Goldberg and Ruthanna Khalighi Hopper return with Beneath a Starlet Sky, a deliciously fun novel that "celebrates Hollywood culture and makes authoritative fun of it." (Washington Post)

Lola Santisi—CEO of a struggling fashion line in New York and daughter of Hollywood Royalty—has given up her Actorholic ways for her hot Doctor Boyfriend in LA and a frenzied bicoastal existence. She hardly knows which shoe fits her anymore: the Louboutin stiletto or the Croc. Now, Lola’s trying to launch Julian Tennant’s new dress line, and they're about to get their next big break: his wedding dresses are going to be featured in the top film at the Cannes Film Festival.

For Kate Wood, Lola’s BFF and CAA’s rising star agent, Cannes is all work and no play. The only thing worse than thinking it was a good idea to date Lola’s brother, was thinking it was a good idea to put one of her most unpredictable clients, Nic Knight, in Lola's father's movie. As Lola and Kate fight to survive the Cannes Film Festival, will they get swept into the French Riviera’s riptide of glamour and superficiality? Are real love and couture mutually exclusive? With her father and brother vying for the same prize, her mother starring in her own new reality show, and one heartbroken girlfriend about to declare motherhood, it’s all on Lola to come up with the answers…

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Publishers Weekly
Tinseltown princesses Goldberg and Hopper (Celebutantes) are back with another softball skewering of the unbridled egos of fashion, film, and TV reality stars. It's a sweet-natured muddle for much of the hijinks, with enough celebrity name-dropping to make a paparazzo swoon as Lola—a Hollywood blueblood much like her creators—kicks into overdrive as she juggles her latest career as CEO of best-friend Julian Tenant's fashion line, her engagement to dashing doc Lev, her would-be auteur brother's ambitions, her mom's reality TV dreams, her film director dad's conflicted loyalties, and her best friend's breakup. Playing deliciously mean minor roles are magazine cutthroat Coz and rising 16-year-old fashion wunderkind Chili. The noise and celebrity wattage is seductive and silly fun, but the message tucked inside all the gab and glitz is simplicity itself: less acting and more being. (May)
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CEO of Julian Tennant Inc., a fashion line that must make it now or fold, Lola Santisi has turned her back on the acting world but is at the Cannes Film Festival, where she might get a break; one of Tennant's wedding dresses appears in the festival's top film. Will this book do well? Is this a book about the celebrity film world by the authors of the best-selling Celebutantes? Come on.
Kirkus Reviews
Fashionista Lola Santisi is hit with multiple personal and professional crises during a trip to the annual Cannes Film Festival.

Giving up her Los Angeles roots has proved difficult for Lola, the Hollywood princess first introduced inCelebutantes(2009). Now happily residing in New York, she gets to live and work with Julian, her Best Gay Forever (BGF,) as the busy CEO of Julian Tennant Inc., an up-and-coming fashion line. However, Lola's doctor fiancée, Luke "Lev" Levin, is still back in L.A., making a bicoastal existence a necessity. And Lola's famous family needs her attention as well. Her gruff director father Paulie is still making award-winning films, while her former-model mom has found a new calling as a cast member of a "Housewives" style reality show. Her aspiring director brother Christopher is in love with her best friend, Kate, an ambitious CAA agent, who has just dumped him so she could concentrate on her career. And as talented as he is, getting Julian's name out there has proven challenging, making his deep-pocketed backers a bit skittish. But then Lola scores the major coup of having Julian's dresses appear in Baz Luhrmann's latest extravaganza,Four Weddings and a Bris.So they head to the French Riviera for the film's Cannes premier, and a Julian Tennant runway show. The trip coincides with a high-profile magazine cover shoot with the film's leading lady Saffron Sykes and her handsome boyfriend Markus Livingston. But the cover shoot looks increasingly dicey after Saffron and her starlet co-star (and Kate's client) Cricket Curtis get caught in a Sapphic clinch. Then Lev shows up in France and admits, to Lola's horror, that he wants to quit medicine to pursue acting. Throw in a supermodel with anger-management issues; an alcoholic movie star who insists on staying in character as a cross-dressing Columbian drug lord; and an icy magazine editor bent on destruction, and it is a miracle if Lola can walk away with her life, let alone her job. The increasingly absurd plot zips along, but the constant name- and brand-dropping often comes across as more obnoxious than amusing.

Forgettable showbiz spoof.

Claudia Deane
You'd be hard-pressed to find a celebrity satire that out-name-drops Beneath a Starlet Sky and does it with such perceptive humor.
—The Washington Post
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Praise for Beneath a Starlet Sky:

"Absolutely mandatory reading for red-carpet junkies. Goldberg and Hopper are masterful storytellers." – Cara Lockwood, USA Today bestselling author of I Do (But I Don't)

Amanda Goldberg and Ruthanna Khalighi Hopper have that rare gift...a sense of humor. Their two main characters are bright and confident, full of wisecracks.” – Janet Maslin, New York Times

“You’d be hard-pressed to find a celebrity satire that out-name-drops Beneath a Starlet Sky and does it with such perceptive humor… Beneath a Starlet Sky celebrates Hollywood culture and makes authoritative fun of it.” – Washington Post

“The noise and celebrity wattage is seductive and silly fun, but the message tucked inside all the gab and glitz is simplicity itself: less acting and more being.” – Publishers Weekly

"A star-studded treat—glam, witty and deliciously fun." – Sarah Mlynowski, author of Milkrun and Fishbowl

“The authors write with a sweet honesty and grounding that reinforces their message about what’s really important in life.” – USA Today

“Hollywood junkies and Vogue fanatics will drool at the descriptions of clothing and designer products, travel, the Cannes Film Festival, and much more.” – Examiner.com

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312544423
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 4/26/2011
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 8.32 (w) x 5.82 (h) x 1.06 (d)

Meet the Author

AMANDA GOLDBERG and RUTHANNA KHALIGHI HOPPER are the New York Times bestselling authors of Celebutantes. The authors reside in Hollywood.

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The smattering of movie posters that read, FORGETTING PETUNIA HOLT, EVEN THE DOG THOUGHT YOU WERE A BITCH, PETUNIA HOLT, and SATAN COULD BE YOUR SISTER are lit up in an explosion of lights from the cacophony of cameras going off like fireworks on the vertigo-inducing Palais steps, the most famous red carpet in the world. Tonight’s premiere is one of the hottest tickets in town. The town being Cannes. Because this is the Cannes Film Festival, the grand-père of all movie festivals. It’s surreal that my brother Christopher’s first feature film is at the center of this white-hot vortex. I’m about to chuckle at the tag lines—brilliant viral marketing; there are twenty-seven Forgetting Petunia Holt fan clubs on Facebook at last count—until I think of my best friend, Kate Woods, and how she’s going to feel when she sees them here. Bad enough that the promo campaign was already spinning into overdrive back in L.A. I try and push her out of my thoughts and revel in all the attention my brother’s getting.

The wide expanse of the Palais steps is crammed with journalists, photogs, movie execs, and well-wishers, all angling for time with my big brother. As the flashbulbs erupt in Christopher’s face, he seems to be transformed in the bright white glow, his usual mess of hair smoothed back, his traditionally slumped shoulders rolled upright in his tux jacket. Christopher may look like he’s following in the steps of our father, Paulie Santisi, the two-time Academy Award–winning director, but in fact he’s finally stepping out of the very large, dark shadow Papa casts and standing tall on his own two, trademark red Converse high-tops.

Please let Christopher get a positive reception. Please. I suddenly remember how they booed Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette at Cannes—how could they do that to all those delicious Manolo Blahniks and Kirsten Dunst? I have a panicked vision of the crowd booing and the French critics having a field day at my brother’s expense and I feel an instantaneous knot in my stomach. The only thing the public loves more than a Hollywood Kid Of success story is one with a Hollywood Kid Of miserably bombing. These French audiences at Cannes are notoriously harsh—Lars von Trier and Vincent Gallo, sure, but all that Gallic disdain for Wim Wenders … and Pamela Anderson? My stomach drops when a journalist sidles up to Chris with a question.

“So, who is Petunia Holt?” the journalist asks, shoving a mic in my brother’s face. Christopher swore on his Leica that once belonged to François Truffaut that he would never reveal the truth. I hold my breath and wait for his reply.

“You’re about to find out,” Chris says coyly, pointing to the theater where the lights will shortly go down for the screening.

I breathe a huge sigh of relief until I hear, “Darling!” My mother calls from across the Palais steps, her Wristwatch Wives camera crew, all decked out in tuxes, in tow. Yup, that would be my mother joining the ranks of Bethenny and the Countess in her new reality show. How’d she get clearance for her cameras to be here?

I yank on the arm of my Best Gay Forever (BGF). “Quick, Julian, let’s get out of here. I can’t deal with her freaking cameras right now.”

“Too late,” he says as my mother comes bounding toward me, a painterly floral print, ruffled Chanel shrugging off of one of her slender shoulders. Her blond hair is in a tousled Bardot beehive.

“Hi, Blanca,” Julian says, giving my mother double air kisses. “You look absolutely ravishing.”

“Thank you. Isn’t Karl an absolute genius,” my mother says, fanning out the billowy skirt of her gown for Julian. “I promise that I’ll be wearing one of your designs, Julian darling, the night of Fête-ing Santisi.”

“Fête-ing Santisi?!” I repeat.

“I was going to call the party the Santisi Cannes-Cannes or the Santisis Conquer Cannes but Fête-ing Santisi just feels more all-encompassing with my TV show, your debut bridal collection, Julian, and Paulie and Christopher competing to win the Palme d’Or,” Mom says.

“I think Fête-ing Santisi is perfect, Blanca,” Julian says. What a suck-up. Or maybe he’s just angling for more publicity for the bridal couture line our company’s about to debut, with Mom’s camera crew ten feet away.

Wristwatch Wives is Mom’s latest reinvention. She was on a meditation retreat hanging off the side of a cliff at Esalen on her 108th chant of So-hum when it came to her. She realized that she’d been supporting others (read my father) in their creative pursuits for long enough. She was tired of Hollywood women being treated as nothing more than expensive accessories. And Wristwatch Wives was born—the show that showcases the famous Wives Of, the Powers Behind the Throne.

“Did you get the script, Lola?” my mother whispers out of her cameramen’s earshot.

“Script?” I ask. “What script, Mom?”

“For the party, darling,” my mother says in a low voice.

“You have got to be kidding. You don’t actually expect us to follow a script, do you?” I say. “Mom, what part of ‘reality TV’ do you not get?”

Mom draws me into a tighter huddle. “Lola, I’ve been working my bum off on this party, not to mention all the money I’m spending, which your father doesn’t even know about, so it has to perfect. And the only way for it to be perfect is to script it. I got one of the writers from Keeping Up with the Kardashians.

“Ooooooh, I love Keeping Up with the Kardashians,” Julian says. “Did they tell you what’s going to happen next season?” I shoot Julian one of my infamous death daggers.

“Lola, please, this is important to me. I’ve even been editing old family movies together for the party. They’re just so wonderful. They’re such a beautiful expression of our closeness,” Mom says.

“Closeness to what, Mom? The Hollywood sign?” I say.

“Oh, please, Lola, this party is going to be not only a celebration of our family, but a celebration for all families. In these difficult economic times, family is all that we have,” she says. She delivers this last line while beaming at Alex, her lead cameraman. I can’t tell if she’s speaking to me, or to the camera.

“Did you come up with that on your own or did your new scribe write that for you?” I ask, when I find myself being dragged out of earshot again, stage left.

“Okay, look, Lola, this episode is going to air during sweeps and I just found out that one of the other wives is letting the cameras film the delivery of her surrogate’s twins who, it turns out, has been having an affair with her husband,” my mother pleads. “And I’m sure the footage of Christine and her husband and their team of lawyers signing the paperwork for a trial separation is sure to be a big ratings bonanza. And Francesca has footage of her sixteen-year-old daughter getting more than just the standard post-op nose job visit with hermarried plastic surgeon. That’s why I really need this party to be perfect.

“Oh, great, Mom, so we’re just pawns in your scheme to steal the WWW limelight,” I say.

“Darling, please just smile and do this for me, please,” she says, linking my arm in hers. “Now let’s go find Christopher. I’m so nervous for him,” my mother says a little too loudly before barreling through the throng of journalists and photogs and landing us smack-dab in front of my brother, her camera crew struggling to keep up with us. “Darling,” my mom says, dropping my arm, spreading her suntanned arms wide, and hugging Chris. “I’m so proud of you,” she says, stretching her hands around his neck. It’s not much of a reach; she’s nearly as tall as his six feet two inches in her towering four-inch silver stilettos.

“Thanks, Mom,” Chris says, smiling, at which point my mother doesn’t just begin to cry, she begins to weep like they’re putting down Old Yeller.

“You okay, Mom?” Christopher asks, a bit startled.

“Shit, the battery just went out, we need to switch them out,” I hear Alex say to his Assistant Camera, at which point my mother instantaneously turns off her Oscar-worthy waterworks and turns to face them.

“So you didn’t get that?” Mom asks squarely.

“I don’t think so,” the cameraman says.

“Well let’s do it again then,” my mother says. “Byron, I think I need a touch-up,” she says, summoning her hair-and-makeup guru while they reload the battery. Damn if she doesn’t execute a perfect second take. Why she didn’t take her famous seventies’ supermodel looks into acting is beyond me. Too tall for Robert Redford? Or maybe she’s been flexing those acting chops after all, putting up with my dad’s antics all these years.

“Okay, I gotta go,” my brother says, giving my mother a little peck on the forehead before heading into the theater.

“Wait, I wanted to get a shot with your father as well,” my mother calls after Christopher, who doesn’t turn back.

“Where is Papa? Why aren’t you with him?” I ask, searching the crowded steps for my father.

“He’s allergic to the cameras,” Mom says.

“He’s allergic to your cameras,” I point out. “He doesn’t seem to be allergic to those. Those cameras he seems to love,” I say, spotting my father in the middle of a firestorm of flashbulbs.

I overhear one of the many French journalists surrounding my father ask, “What do you think of your son’s movie?” and my breath catches in my throat.

“Haven’t seen it,” is the curt response.

“And how do you feel about being in competition here at Cannes against your only son?”

My father takes off the straw fedora he’s paired with his tux and strokes his graying beard. “There’s no competition, he’s my son,” he says, and just when I think my father’s actually going to act like a father for once, he adds, “He’s got no experience, this is his first movie, and I’ve been making movies for four decades.” Geezus. Can’t he just let this freaking moment be about Christopher? This is a man who probably fought for his name above the title on Chris’s birth announcement.

“Dad is such an asshole,” slips out before I can stop myself. “Did you hear what he just said about Christopher?” I ask my mother.

“No, darling, I didn’t,” Mom says. “Alex, were you rolling?” my mother asks her cameraman.

“Oh geezus, did you just get me saying that about my father?” I ask him.

“Oh don’t worry about it,” my mother says, linking her arm with mine again and pulling us in the direction of the theater, “We’ll cut it out in the editing room.” But I can’t help but imagine my verbal gaffe in promo all over Sweeps Week.

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Inside the Palais, I lean back in my plush red velvet seat. I’m nervous for my brother as his premiere is about to begin.

“Stop fidgeting,” Julian says softly. “You’re going to destroy the sequins.”

“Sorry,” I whisper trying to smooth out the couple of them I inadvertently gnarled on my cobalt blue, one-shoulder minidress Julian made especially for tonight.

“OMG, Lo, is that Rob Pattinson?” Julian asks, gesturing with his eyes toward the row in front of us. “He’s even more gorgeous in person,” Julian says breathlessly. “Is he or is he not a god among men? Maybe we should pray to him to let everything work out with our fashion show. C’mon, Lo, pray with me.” He closes his eyes and folds his hands in prayer, “Please, dear Rob, let us—”

“Stop it, Julian, breathe!” I say, trying to prevent Julian from having a full-on twelve-year-old-girl freak-out.

“Sorry.” Julian takes my hand in his. “The movie’s going to be great,” he says in a hushed voice.

“Thanks,” I say, squeezing his hand, wishing it were Lev’s. But Luke Levin, MD, my live-in love of the last nine months, is back in L.A. Lev, whose first love is the ER and whose knowledge of pop culture ended the day he started his residency at Cedars-Sinai three years ago. (He thinks the HD in HD-TV stands for “high dose,” and the last movie he saw wasCrash because he thought it would have an interesting take on trauma center stabilization techniques. I mean, how adorable is that?)

Exactly one year, two months, and twelve days ago (but who’s counting?) I fell headfirst off a gurney (and out of my Louboutin stilettos) and in love with the good doctor who saved me from more than a broken ankle on Oscar Night. He not only fixed my busted foot, but cured me of an undiagnosed case of Actorholism, my near-fatal addiction to dating the world’s most narcissistic men. He got me straight on an IV drip of anti-actor (IV in my case stands for inter-vention), and straight onto him. Not that kind of straight onto him. Well yes, that kind, too, but that came later.

That’s right. I, Lola Santisi—the CEO of a struggling fashion line, former Hollywood ambassador, and daughter of Hollywood Royalty without a kingdom—or even a condo—to call my own—scored a real, live Doctor in Shining Armor with a kingdom to call our own. Okay, maybe not a kingdom, but a really nice house in—Sherman Oaks—which makes it absolutely perfect because it’s on the other side of the hill from Hollywood.

I clutch Julian’s hand, thankful to have any hand to hold right now.

Finally the theater goes dark and Forgetting Petunia Holt appears in simple Courier font against a black screen.

An hour and forty-five minutes later, as the movie ends and the lights go up, I spot Kate, standing in the back of the theater alone. She must have snuck in when the lights went down. When we lock eyes she’s already bolting for the door.

“Oh my god, she came,” Julian says, following my eye line.

“I’ve got to go,” I say, scurrying through my row. “Kate,” I yell once we’re outside. “Kate!” I catch up with her and lay a hand on her shoulder.

“What?” she says, finally turning to face me, her red lips pursed. If looking good really is the best revenge, then my best friend is getting hers. She’s wearing one of the prettiest, sexiest black silk slip-dresses I’ve ever seen. It’s spliced with tulle to create these supersexy peekaboo panels flaring out from her taut midriff and down her perfect legs. Her chocolate hair is in a soft wave and her dewy skin is positively radiant.

“I’m not sure what to say.” I look down at the red carpet underneath us, not sure whether I just said that out loud or I’m just thinking it.

“Relax. I’m here to sign the actress who plays Petunia Holt—Gigi Summer. She’s going to be huge. Bryan told me to bring back a signed contract or not bother coming back.” Kate is a rising star at Bryan Lourd’s Creative Artists Agency. But we both know that’s not why Kate’s really here tonight. Her voice is detached, unemotional, all business, her feelings swept right under that red carpet she’s standing on. She shifts on her needle-heeled stilettos. I grab her arm to steady her, startled by this rare moment of imbalance from my best friend, who’s trying so hard to mask the heartache she must be feeling.

I know that nothing I say will make it better for Kate so I don’t say anything at all. Instead I wrap her in a hug. She doesn’t even try and push me away. She actually hugs me back. Hard.

“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.

“Thank you,” she says, not letting go of our embrace.

Suddenly the theater starts to unload and I spot Christopher through the throng. I look over at my brother and then over to Kate. Chris. Kate. Chris. Kate. God I hate this. Why did I ever think a romance between my best friend and brother would ever work? I want to go and congratulate my brother, but it feels like such a betrayal to my best friend.

“Go. Tell him what an amazing movie it is,” Kate says, as if she’s somehow read my mind. But just as I’m about to head toward him, he’s suddenly standing right in front of us.

“Chris,” I shout, throwing my arms around him. “It was incredible. I’m so proud of you.” I look back at Kate and mumble an added, “Sorry.”

“It’s going to be a huge success,” Kate says.

“Kate, it’s really … can we talk for a min—” but just as Christopher’s trying to finish his sentence, Gigi Summer, his leading lady, sidles up next to him in a glittery strapless short dress with a nipped-in waist and a balloon skirt showing off her long legs. She gives him a kiss on the cheek. Was that a kiss-kiss? Or just a friend kiss? “Gigi, hi!” Chris says after a beat. “Have you met my sister, Lola?”

I’m about to return the greeting when Kate immediately thrusts her hand out to Gigi. “Congratulations. You were really great.”

“Thank you, I owe it all to my director,” she says, giggling in Christopher’s direction. “I’m Gigi.” She reaches out to shake Kate’s hand.

“Kate,” she says. “Woods.”

“Oh … wow … you’re Kate,” Gigi says. Maybe she’s not that good an actress after all because she’s unable to stop the surprise from showing on her face. After a few silent, tense beats, she says, “Wow, this is kind of awkward.”

“Not for me,” Kate says, seeming to relish in Gigi’s discomfort. “I hear you’re at Gersh. I suspect you’ll be looking for new representation soon. Here’s my card. CAA sees you in some huge projects. I’d love the chance to talk with you more about it.” She fishes one of her business cards out of her black cut-crystal clutch and hands it to Gigi.

“Thanks,” Gigi says, overwhelmed. “It was nice to meet you. I’ll … I’ll definitely give you a call. And nice to meet you too, Lola.” To her credit, Gigi looks as puzzled as she is excited. “Well … I’m going to go and mingle. Are you coming, Chris?” she asks.

“In a minute,” he says. He reaches out and gives Gigi’s hand a lingering squeeze as she melts into the crowd.

“Kate, I really hope we can talk at some point, I want to explain,” Christopher says.

“Go enjoy your moment in the sun, Chris. You should be talking to all the journalists, not me. You need to capitalize on this,” Kate says, safely back in agent mode, which is far less painful than ex-girlfriend mode.

“I hope you’re coming to the after-party,” he says.

“I’ll try,” Kate says, but we both know she won’t.

As Christopher disappears into the crowd, I turn to Kate.

“Are you okay?” I ask as her cell phone starts ringing.

“Saved by the bell,” she says. She reads the caller ID. “Okay, Lola, here’s the other disaster I’m dealing with. Hello,” she says, clicking on the speaker.

“The eagle has landed in Cannes. Let all prepare to rejoice and let Kate be down waiting for me in the lobby of the Hôtel Du Cap in ten minutes,” Nic Knight’s voice booms. The only thing worse than thinking it was a good idea for my brother to date my best friend is thinking it was a good idea for Kate to put one of her most loose-cannon clients, Nic Knight, in my father’s own bid for the Palme d’Or, San Quentin Cartel. Nic makes Sean Penn, Mickey Rourke, and Robert Downey Jr. 1.0 look like paragons of sobriety and self-control.

“I’ll be there soon, Nic,” she says, before hanging up. “Do you believe this shit?”

“What’s with the fake accent? He sounds like Ricardo Montalban,” I say.

“More bullshit. He says he’s gonna stay in character until after the premiere. I’ve never met a more pretentious, full-of-himself actor in my life, and I’ve met a lot of ’em. But I’m just glad he actually made it here. He let his passport expire, and you have no idea the strings I had to pull to get him a new one in twenty-four hours. Not to mention Nic violated paroleagain by causing a public disturbance when he went commando into the hot mugwort tea pool of the all-women’s spa in Koreatown and missed another mandatory drug test. I had to bribe his parole officer with premiere tickets and a free trip to Cannes just so he can personally make sure Nic stays out of trouble.”

“I was going to offer you a trade but now I’m not so sure,” I say. I’ve been having major headaches with a certain supermodel who seems hell-bent on finalizing her fittings for a jail cell instead of for Julian’s runway show, which is only four days away.

“I gotta go, I’ll call you later,” Kate says.

“Good luck with Nic,” I say before Kate walks away down the Palais steps.

I head off to find Julian when my own cell starts chirping.

“Hello?” I ask.

“I just left Grace Frost’s office,” Coz, the Senior Bitchitor at Vain magazine says over the phone line. “I simply cannot imagine why you’ve been calling her. I’m returning the call on her behalf.”

I feel my stomach plummet to the floor along with our chances of being in Vain, the hottest fashion magazine around. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of calling the editor in chief herself, except that Coz left me no choice. I had to call Grace Frost. Julian’s new bridal collection deserves to be on the cover of Vain. And without it, I’m not even sure if there will be a JT Inc. any longer.

“I, um, well, I can explain,” I stumble and imagine Coz on the other end of the phone, basking in this moment from behind her big black sunglasses.

“As much as I’d derive immense pleasure from listening to you grovel for the next few hours, I’m actually really busy so I’m going to cut to the chase,” Coz says. “I called my friends at Vogue, Elle, Bazaar, and Marie Claire and I know that there are no other offers for a Julian Tennant cover. Did you imagine for one second that I wouldn’t check?”

“I—” I shouldn’t have lied to Grace Frost’s assistant. But can you blame me? I’m desperate and I’m not Criss Angel or God or Stacy London, so what else could I do? It’s taken me my entire twenty-seven years to find a career that I love and I’m actually good at, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to get the world’s most talented designer that I can’t seem to make famous no matter how hard I try on the cover of Vain.

“I’m still speaking. I’ll let you know when it’s your turn,” Coz says. God I hate her. “We’re going to give you the cover and a twelve-page layout inside to coincide with the release ofFour Weddings and a Bris in August.”

“You’re what?!” I ask, flabbergasted. Julian beat out John Galliano, Vivienne Westwood, Marchesa, and Jason Wu to be one of the four designers to create wedding dresses for Baz Luhrmann’s latest musical extravaganza, also set to premiere at Cannes. It stars Hollywood’s hottest supernova, Saffron Sykes, the Best Actress Oscar winner who has Spielberg, the Coen brothers, and Clint Eastwood all fighting to work with her—and pay her twenty mil—all at the ripe old age of twenty-five. Could it possibly be that Coz is our miracle worker after all? “Is this a joke?”

“Does it sound like I’m joking?” Coz says icily. Other than sounding as if she’s got a pair of her Dior studded platform skyscrapers shoved up her flat bum, I can’t tell if she’s serious or not. Could she be serious? “Are you listening?” she demands.

“I’m here,” I say, still in shock.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m not doing this for you or Julian,” she says, as if she’s ever done anything for me—or Julian. Except waterboard our careers. “I’m doing it for Chili.”

“Chili?” I repeat. That’s Charles “Chili” Lu, fashion’s rising wunderkind, who Coz thinks is the second coming. And did I mention the kid is only sixteen? Yes, sixteen. He’s accomplished more in his sixteen years than I have in all of my twenty-seven. Chili was the first winner of Cutthroat Couture, the reality TV show brainchild of Vain’s very own Coz,its most tart-tongued judge. He also created wedding gowns for Baz’s film. Except Baz and Saffron weren’t clamoring for gowns with iPod portals and solar panels after all. So Baz replaced Chili with Julian and Coz forced us to hire the Christian Siriano wannabe as Julian’s assistant after convincing Baz that it would be bad PR for his movie to draw attention to firing a designer on a film where the costuming is everything. Chili’s transition over to our team would make all appear to be smooth sailing.

“Grace agreed that it was a complete travesty that Chili’s divine wedding gowns ended up on Baz’s cutting room floor, so she thought it was a wonderful idea to let his gowns see the light of day in Vain.

I know that Coz is speaking but I can’t compute what’s she’s actually saying.

“What about Julian?” I’m finally able to get out.

“Saffron and Cricket will do the cover together. Saffron will wear Chili and Cricket can wear Julian,” Coz says. My Best Actress Forever (BAF), Cricket Curtis, landed the part of Saffron’s wisecracking sidekick in Four Weddings and a Bris. “I’ve already booked Patrick Demarchelier, Gucci Westman, and Orlando Pita and called the Du Cap and arranged to shoot in their gardens. Chili and I are flying out tomorrow. Jusqu’à demain. Bisous. Bisous,” she says, and then just as abruptly hangs up.

I try and recover from the Coz tsunami that just hit me. So what if Julian has to share the cover with little Chili Lu? At least Julian is going to be on the cover of Vain. This could catapult Julian into becoming the next Vera Wang. He could rule the Hollywood brides. Everything I’ve killed myself for as CEO of Julian Tennant Inc.

Oh god. Oh no. I still haven’t actually asked Cricket or Saffron if they’d be willing to pose for the cover. What if they say no?

My head is spinning. I feel faint. I speed-dial Cricket. It goes straight to voice mail. I leave her a very long rambling, bumbling, begging message.

I contemplate hurling myself down the Palais steps, the most prestigious red carpet in the world, but decide against it. I’m fairly certain that the throng of international paparazzi and fans camped out at the bottom of the steps would only break my fall. Not to mention the last thing I want is another video of me all over TMZ.

I drop to my knees on the red carpet and clasp my hands together.

Please Rob Pattinson, please Rob Pattinson, let Cricket and Saffron agree to pose together for the cover of Vain. Please.

“What are you doing?” Julian asks. “This is the red carpet, not a mosque.”

I look up at Julian. “I can explain.”

 

Copyright © 2011 by Twinheads LLC

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  • Posted June 23, 2011

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    Disappointed.

    Review by Stephanie:
    I expected to enjoy Beneath a Starlet Sky a lot more than I actually did, since it looked so glamorous and pretty and all that. Even the blurb (though pretty much summarizing the entire book) wasn't that bad. And it wasn't a bad read at all. But I couldn't find myself to quite love it either.

    The book is the ideal example of style over substance; while the book contains juicy and brutally accurate details of Hollywood society (not that I would know, since I'm not an LA insider), the plot falls flat and leaves the reader (in this case, unfortunately, me) restless. Written by Amanda Goldberg (a movie producer) and Ruthanna Khalighi Hopper (a famous actor's daughter), it is evident the content that goes into the novel are real-life points of view. However, not all (or many) movie producers are fit to write novels; the cinema industry and book industry are completely different realms. Goldberg may have a successful film career, thanks to her bright imagination and vision statement, but her words penned down on paper fall undeniably flat. And as for Hopper, the only achievement she's made outside of being a celebrity herself, is co-write a previous book with Goldberg titled Celebutantes, which, I have not read, but can imagine is about.

    Lola's journey as a rising A-lister in the captivating but deceptive Hollywood world is interesting, at best. Not even entertaining, because half the book describes in great detail, an outfit, or an interior design, or a power couple relationship. Maybe good for tabloids, but not a novel. I myself, am a fan of People and Cosmopolitan, which is why I found a lot of the celebrity observations interesting. But with each sentence filling up about a sixth of the page, the book itself was in no way, fun to read, or amusing, or really anything a good book should be.

    If Beneath a Starlet Sky had been published as a magazine, I would have gobbled it up. But sadly, I just couldn't put admiration into it, due to weak writing, lack of intrigue, dull characters, or maybe a combination of the three.

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  • Posted April 25, 2011

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    Beneath a Starlet Sky is fast paced and entertaining.

    Lola's life is in the fast lane; unfortunately she isn't sure if she can keep up. Daughter of an uber-famous Hollywood director and a reality TV wife, Lola's life is always splashed for all to see. Plus she is trying to keep her fashion PR firm afloat while a nemesis magazine editor is determined to shut her down. How will she even find the time to maintain her relationship to her dream guy?

    Beneath a Starlet Sky is fast paced and entertaining. It's all that you love about chick lit with a healthy dose of tabloid gossip. Even though the heroine is far removed from the average girl's life, I found her endearing and her downfall heartbreaking. I admit, halfway through this book, I was hooked and needed to know the ending of her story. Be prepared for a messy, wild ride!

    However I felt this book was over-riddled with name-dropping and celebrity comparisons. Some were real; others were made up. Even the most gossip loving celebrity and fashion hounds might not catch all the references made in this book. I found this distracting from the story at hand.

    I was also slightly disappointed that the token gay best friend was the typical flamboyant, self-indulgent artist sort. Can there be no 'normal' gay or lesbian characters in books or film besides the stereotype comic relief? This is not to say I didn't find him and his quirks funny, because they were. Maybe I am over thinking this. I also do not live in NYC or LA, where this book was set in.

    Conclusion:
    Beneath a Starlet Sky was fun, fast, and indulgent. A glimpse into what life in a Hollywood family might really be like, this book was shocking and touching. I recommend reading it for yourself.

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  • Posted April 13, 2011

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    6 out of 10 stars

    I expected to enjoy Beneath a Starlet Sky a lot more than I actually did, since it looked so glamorous and pretty and all that. Even the blurb (though pretty much summarizing the entire book) wasn't that bad. And it wasn't a bad read at all. But I couldn't find myself to quite love it either.
    The book is the ideal example of style over substance; while the book contains juicy and brutally accurate details of Hollywood society (not that I would know, since I'm not an LA insider), the plot falls flat and leaves the reader (in this case, unfortunately, me) restless. Written by Amanda Goldberg (a movie producer) and Ruthanna Khalighi Hopper (a famous actor's daughter), it is evident the content that goes into the novel are real-life points of view. However, not all (or many) movie producers are fit to write novels; the cinema industry and book industry are completely different realms. Goldberg may have a successful film career, thanks to her bright imagination and vision statement, but her words penned down on paper fall undeniably flat. And as for Hopper, the only achievement she's made outside of being a celebrity herself, is co-write a previous book with Goldberg titled Celebutantes, which, I have not read, but can imagine is about.
    Lola's journey as a rising A-lister in the captivating but deceptive Hollywood world is interesting, at best. Not even entertaining, because half the book describes in great detail, an outfit, or an interior design, or a power couple relationship. Maybe good for tabloids, but not a novel. I myself, am a fan of People and Cosmopolitan, which is why I found a lot of the celebrity observations interesting. But with each sentence filling up about a sixth of the page, the book itself was in no way, fun to read, or amusing, or really anything a good book should be.
    If Beneath a Starlet Sky had been published as a magazine, I would have gobbled it up. But sadly, I just couldn't put admiration into it, due to weak writing, lack of intrigue, dull characters, or maybe a combination of the three.

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