“Gemma’s was one of my favorites—” I stopped when I noticed their faces. They looked embarrassed. Maybe there was a backstory to that ad, maybe they weren’t proud of the work. Maybe I was right and Gemma and Benoit had broken up, and they were deliberately avoiding her name for his benefit. “I mean,” I added quickly, blushing, “they’re all amazing, though, obviously.” “Oh, thank you,” said Cate. “You know, sometimes I swear my memory is going—”
Gemma doesn't exist does she? She's a figment.
This is American Psycho ... I knew it.
