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The ones who’ve vexed you, and who’ve left you with lingering thoughts of them. Those<br />
men.”<br />
“Who? Which ones? They’re here?” I almost yelled.<br />
Matilda clapped a hand over my mouth. The cold dread pooling in my gut was quickly<br />
replaced by nausea.<br />
She gave me a look. “Well, obviously you know who one of them is.”<br />
“Pierre?”<br />
My heart leapt at his name. Matilda nodded, a little too somberly, I thought.<br />
“Who else?”<br />
“Who else had you swooning?”<br />
I ashed back to tattooed esh, a white tank top lifted to expose a rippled<br />
stomach … the way he laid me across that metal table … I closed my eyes and<br />
swallowed.<br />
“Jesse.”<br />
I was sure I’d never see either of them again, hence my ability to behave with such<br />
abandon. Knowing they’d be in the audience, I was certain I’d freeze.<br />
“But do Pierre and Jesse know about each other? And am I supposed to pick one of<br />
them and reject the other? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this, Matilda. In fact, I<br />
know I’m not. I can’t go through with this. I can’t.”<br />
“Listen to me. They don’t know about each other. All they know is they’ve been invited<br />
to a legendary burlesque show along with the rest of the community. They have no idea<br />
you’re performing. And they won’t know it’s you onstage.”<br />
“How are they not going to know it’s me?”<br />
She reached into her purse and pulled out a Veronica Lake–style platinum blond wig.<br />
She spun it around on her fist.<br />
“First, you’re going to be wearing this,” she said. Reaching back into the bag, she<br />
added, “And one of these.” She pulled out a sleek, black cat’s-eye Mardi Gras mask.<br />
“Remember, Cassie. You’re playing a part,” she said, speaking slowly and deliberately<br />
while expertly fastening the wig over my hair. “You can be nervous up there. The old<br />
Cassie might have thought she’s not worthy of the attention, or that she’s not beautiful<br />
or sexy enough to pull it o. But the woman wearing this wig and this mask would<br />
never think that. And the men watching her would never believe it. Because she knows<br />
not only that she can captivate a man, but also that she’s got the whole room in the<br />
palm of her hand. There,” she said, carefully placing the mask over my eyes and<br />
stretching the elastic around the back of my head and releasing it.<br />
“Gorgeous. Now, go be this woman!”<br />
What woman was she talking about? I wondered—until moments later I smacked into<br />
her in the backstage mirror.<br />
The girls were gathered in front of it, making last-minute adjustments to their<br />
costumes, hair and makeup. I stood among them, equal to them, I thought, no better or<br />
worse, just someone taking joy in my body. Just then, Steamboat Betty muscled her way<br />
to the front of the pack to aggressively adjust her breasts in her bodice.<br />
“The girls are restless tonight,” she said, probably not referring to Les Filles de