SONG THEME: 9 pm in Paris. Other than a light drizzle, the night is perfect with a small breeze coming through the terrace of your suite in Hotel Costes. You take one last drag from a Parliament cigarette and put it out on the balcony before heading back inside. You slip out of your Agent Provocateur lace kimono and start getting ready for the gala. The dress code is formal cocktail, and as always, you will be fashionably late. You replay today’s foreshadowing of events in your head as you tighten the clasp on a Bvlgari necklace from the Elizabeth Taylor jewelry auction collection. Emerald diamonds from South Africa drip from your ears. A vintage Versace dress tightly clings onto your curves. You carefully fix your sleek black hair before clipping on a William Henry stealth pocket knife to your lace thigh highs.