Let's Misbehave Read Free

soon.”
    Bea eyed her over the rim of her drink. “I’m surprised you stayed in hiding this long.”
    “I’m surprised Mother hasn’t forced her out of the house to auditions,” Portia said.
    Gigi smiled, knowing their mother had prodded Portia into finally realizing her dreams. Consequently, Portia had found her dream job at a prestigious auction house as well as the man she was going to marry. “Actually, Mum suggested I needed a vacation. I’m not sure what she thinks I’ve been doing the past few months. I’ve done nothing but lie around.”
    Rosalind took her cocktail back. “You mean in between yoga, jogging, dance classes, reading in Latin, and whatever else you fill your days with?”
    She shrugged. She had to keep ready for work. She smiled in thanks at Niamh, who set her drink down and hurried back to the bar.
    “I have a solution for you,” Bea said. “Russell Sherman is looking to cast his next movie. He’s doing some sort of avant-garde take on Shakespeare’s Hamlet , something stylized and modern.”
    “What?” Gigi sat up. Russell Sherman was like a less angsty Woody Allen. His movies drew acclaim, especially for the actors he cast. His last film won the lead actress an Oscar. “You know Sherman?”
    “I know everyone.” Beatrice pulled out her mobile and began tapping at it. “My partners and I invested in one of his films a few years ago. I’ll send you his contact info.”
    Portia leaned forward. “Do you know Russell Crowe?”
    Bea glanced up from her mobile. “Yes. Why?”
    “And you never introduced him to me?” Portia frowned at their oldest sister. “That wasn’t very charitable of you.”
    “You’re too young for him, you wouldn’t like him, and I already went out with him.” Bea shook her head. “Shouldn’t you be happy with your cowboy? You found a great love.”
    “I did.” Portia beamed. “But that doesn’t mean yesterday’s Portia couldn’t have gone on a date with Russell Crowe.”
    Bea shook her head. Then she faced Gigi. “Sherman is going to be at a charity event I’m attending Thursday night.”
    “Did you date him, too?” Portia asked.
    Rosalind elbowed her.
    Portia rubbed her ribs. “I was just asking.”
    “Go to the charity ball in my stead,” Bea said, putting her phone away. “First off, being seen at the charity will help support your good girl image. Second, you can talk to him there in person. Charm him and have him think it’s his idea to offer you the lead. He’ll be happy.”
    “Maybe you can recite a monologue in Hindi to show him how serious you are,” Portia suggested. When she saw everyone staring at her, she lifted her hands. “What? I’m just trying to help.”
    Bea turned to Gigi. “I’ll even lend you my escort for the evening so you’ll have a prop.”
    “Really? You don’t mind?”
    “He wasn’t a date,” Bea said, too casually. “It’s just as well.”
    “Who is it?”
    “Luca.”
    Gigi, Portia, and Rosalind exchanged a look.
    “Stop it,” Bea commanded, taking a sip of her drink. “I was throwing him a bone, and I wanted him to see that he doesn’t fit in my life so he’d stop mooning after me.”
    “You sure he wasn’t throwing you a bone?” Gigi asked.
    Bea arched her brow.
    “Maybe we should strategize what Gigi should wear to the event,” Rosalind said. The new Vera Wang, Rosalind, knew dresses. “A dress of course. Do we want color? White says demure, if you’re trying to combat your recent image.”
    Portia nodded. “But it shouldn’t be too demure because no one will believe it.”
    Gigi stared at her sister.
    Portia shrugged. “You can’t argue that.”
    “Actually, you can’t,” Rosalind said.
    Bea rolled her eyes. Then she faced Gigi. “Wear white, something that has an edge and is still sexy. You don’t want to lie to people and say you’re virginal, but you also want to minimize your sexpot image.”
    “I’m not a sexpot.” Her sisters just stared at her so she