Vivianne sat at her dressing table, surveying herself in the mirror. She sighed dramatically, heaving her shoulders. “No, that’s not right,” she muttered, and did it again, with a more subtle shift of the shoulder. “Better,” she muttered, reapplying her lipstick. There was a knock at the door. “Five minutes until you’re needed on set, Vivianne!” the voice of the producer announced. “I’ll be ready,” she answered as she picked up her lip brush to really define her cupid’s bow. True, there were makeup artists just down the hall, but she had always done her own makeup since her first, early days in film. Back in those silent days when everything was in black and white and she was merely a background player, and had to do her own hair and makeup while fitting in whatever costume was available for her, whether it was two sizes too big or three too small.... to read the rest of the story!