Author: Angel Ruiz

The Hollywood Hills sun, a relentless, golden tyrant, had absolutely no business being in Sydney, and yet, there it was—or rather, its southern hemisphere equivalent, a blazing antipodean orb that bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Catherine Zeta-Jones’s palatial Milsons Point apartment. It illuminated dust motes dancing like tiny, carefree ballerinas, a stark contrast to…