Girl Stays in the Picture
EXT. Mediterranean Coast -- Day:
Devon Makes a Splash
As far as Devon was concerned, there was only one way to arrive in Saint-Tropez: on board a magnificent seventy-five-foot yacht.
She didn't become the most famous sixteen-year-old in the world by playing wallflower. This might be her first-ever visit to the fabled Côte d'Azur, but Devon had been a star since she was in pull-ups. She knew how to play the fame game.
She struck a fine figure on the ship's bow as a refreshing ocean breeze blew gently on her mass of cinnamon curls, her skin tanned to a dark caramel shade of gold, her sultry catlike beauty highlighted by eyes a smoky shade of green. In a music magazine's latest issue, the effusive writer had compared the color of her eyes to an English summer meadow at dusk -- whatever that meant. Devon was from Los Angeles (Crenshaw Boulevard -- holla!), and her exotic looks were due to a perfect mix of her heritage: her studio musician dad a New Orleans Creole of Haitian descent, her rocker mom of French-Canadian stock.
As the boat neared the dock, she gave a cheerful wave ... read full excerpt from: 'Girl: Girl Stays in the Picture ebook
