I don’t think I need to paint too much of a picture. Me naked on the sprawling bed, doing things to myself. Narrating the whole way.
I didn’t hear them come in. I never knew what they heard, only what they saw.
WhatIsaw was my boss, one of the biggest stylists in Hollywood, she of the flawless reputation, she of the ultrafeminist brand, she of the huge following… I saw her gasp in shock, arms idle by her side.
Dorian had fled the room almost immediately, and Carly had soon run after him. When she summoned me later that day at a coffee shop in West Hollywood, I tried to explain to her what had been going on between Dorian and me. The whole thing wasn’t as nutty as it looked. But I didn’t know what Dorian had told her. I didn’t realize how the facts had been framed. How the story had already been twisted. As if he was an innocent victim of my relentless harassment.
I turned to Carly now, a new fire raging inside me. I had to let it all out or risk regretting it for the rest of my life.
“You didn’t listen to me then, but I’m not going to give you a choice now. Dorianaskedfor those pictures. He told me he wanted me, heneededme.”
“You did this to me,” I said to Dorian now. “You manipulated me, you made me want you so much I lost my fucking mind.”
Dorian wasn’t looking at me. He let out a pained sigh as he turned to Carly.
“I’m really sorry you have to see this. She’s in Cannes. She’s everywhere I go. Even this party in the middle of the sea.”
“You should talk to your security,” Carly said.
Dorian shook his head. “I never responded to any of her messages, and yet they kept coming and coming. She stopped for a while, but the problem hasn’t gone away.”
“You’rethe problem!” I screamed. “You did this tome!”
Even though my eyes were trained on Dorian, I couldn’t help but notice the flicker of discomfort on Carly’s face. For a second, I thought it was doubt. That she might come to see my side of things.
“Please believe me,” I pleaded. “Please. You were the most incredible boss I ever had. Iworshippedyou.”
“Keep your voice down,” Carly said.
I was wrong. Carly wouldn’t side with me. She and I were more alike than she wanted to believe. She only saw Dorian, too.
So I snapped.
I was long overdue for it.
“I need you gone!” I said to Dorian. “I need you out of my thoughts, out of my life. You did this! You destroyed me. And I’ve been paying the price for months. But it’s all you. It’s allyou! And nowyou’regoing to pay.”
Those were the last words I would ever say to Dorian Fisher.
An hour later, I watched him die.
The Girls
This, we believe, is called a motive.
Cannes Film FestivalDay Thirteen
(The Day After)
Interview of Constance Griffin
Stylist
Conducted by Officer Truchaud of the Criminal Brigade
Also present: Amina Dembele, translator
Officer Truchaud:I would like to understand the “nature” of your relationship with Dorian Fisher.
