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21 Steps to Happiness
F. G. GERSON
MILLS & BOON
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Acknowledgments
Thanks to Kate Silver for her incredible help and insights; Farrin Jacobs for her courage and commitment; Selina McLemore; Kathryn Lye; Ruben Gerson for his kindness; Franklin & Dulce Gerson for their love and comfort; Lukasz & Veronica Karwowski for their warm support.
Also, thanks to my wonderful agent, Julie M. Culver, and everybody at Lowenstein-Yost for the caring support, unlimited enthusiasm and hard work.
For Maria & Ilo,
the two authentic ingredients for happiness
Contents
Acknowledgments
Step #1:
Never be ashamed of who you are.
Step #2:
Remember: The grass could ALWAYS be greener.
Step #3:
Everywhere you go, be utterly bored.
Step #4:
Silence is your finest conversational tool.
Step #5:
Seduction seduction seduction!
Step #6:
Sometimes it’s hard to be successful.
Step #7:
Mingle, Snuggle and Connect
Step #8:
Never put love in the equation for success. Love is a freak number.
Step #9:
There are two kinds of people: those who have their names in the papers, and those who don’t.
Step #10:
You can sleep with Mr. Lovely but you must marry Mr. Wealthy.
Step #11:
Love lasts a year. A penthouse in Tribeca is for life.
Step #12:
There will be plenty of Mr. Lovelys, very few Mr. Wealthys.
Step #13:
Once you have convinced yourself, convince the others.
Step #14:
Remember to always look like you’re listening. People will love you for that.
Step #15:
Don’t be who you are, be who you want to be.
Step #16:
Don’t get too attached to Mr. Lovely.
Step #17:
What people think of you doesn’t matter, as long as they don’t work for Vanity Fair.
Step #18:
You can have talent but no success, but you can’t have success without talent.
Step #19:
Every success story has its climax.
Step #20:
Success will bring more success.
Step #21:
Bonus Material!: Always remember, only love can bring happiness.
Step #1:
Never be ashamed of who you are.
“You’re on the next flight, leaving at 5:40, Miss Blanchett.”
Listen to her French accent! It’s so…
“I can check in your luggage straight away.”
“That would be just fine,” I say with a suddenly posh voice.
I make a mental note: easy on the posh voice.
I pass her my bag. She frowns. Okay, it’s not one of those fancy Frenchy-looking kind she expected from someone like me. It’s more like a little Adidas job I used to take to yoga. And yes, it looks horrible, like an old sheep stomach stuffed with clothes and underwear. But darling, you should take a look at the rest of my life.
I have no time for futilities such as traveling wear anymore. I’m so desperately busy right now!
I am a businesswoman.
Going to Paris!
“You may wait in the Premiere Lounge and I’ll place a call for your boarding,” she says extra gently as she points at some sort of classy hotel-reception area behind her. “And…Miss Blanchett?”
“Yes.”
“I love your mother’s work.”
“Sure, thanks,” I say, stepping cautiously into the lounge with the feeling that I’m entering a sacred place.
Hello? I mean, Bonjour?
L’Espace Première is a magnificent lobby full of aging golden boys playing with their cell phones and computers, reading French newspapers while drinking scotch on the rocks under appropriately dimmed lights.
I make another mental note: Lynn, you must get used to these swanky places. Because, right now, I feel as comfortable as a monkey sitting on a rocket.
Oh!
A waitress brushes past me and places a basket of pastries on the buffet table. I move closer. I’m guessing they were baked in Paris this morning and flown to JFK.
“Are they from Paris?” I ask.
Silence.
“The croissants?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “They deliver them by truck. We heat them up in the microwave. I’m new here, anyway.”
“Thank you.” I grab one of those ridiculously tiny plates and fight a natural instinct to beat the cake-eating record, which is actually held by a Japanese woman, or so I’ve seen on the Discovery Channel.
Since Jodie asked me to behave like a young lady of the world, I put the tiniest of all the croissants on my plate, ignore the tray of éclairs, and find a seat next to an elegant woman.
She is all I would like to be. Startlingly beautiful. Confident. At home in such surroundings.
She is much older than me, about Jodie’s age, somewhere in her comfortable forties. She’s sipping tea while browsing through a magazine. She looks so calm, so perfect, so…erudite. She drops her reading, looks up and smiles at me. I smile back with my mouth full, shrug and struggle to eat as elegantly as a bird.
“They’re lovely croissants, aren’t they?” she says suddenly.
“Oh, yes, lovely!” Some crumbs