Stars are appearing across the twilit horizon, making the dusky sunset sparkle. Blues deepen to purple, the heat fades; a soft breath of fresh ocean air drifts down the streets as they come to life. Streetlights flicker on and doorways open, spilling warm yellow light and rolling music into the alleyways. She dusts her cheeks once more with glow, and adjusts her jewels. The bright lights of the theatre, the pictures, the ball, they all call to her. Tonight will be magical. Anything can happen on this boulevard of dreams. So she drips in elegance; she is old-world glamour; she is radiant, charismatic, whole. She is on her own silver screen, a star with her own shine. Will she tell your story?