As the night wore on, the trio found themselves lost in conversation, discussing everything from the secrets of Tinseltown to their favorite songs and dance moves. Frank, feeling inspired, grabbed Codi's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor, spinning her around to the rhythm of "Fly Me to the Moon."

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"Frankie, darling, I think you'd love to get to know Codi better. She's got spunk, just like me!"

As Frank watched Codi drive off into the night, he turned to Marilyn and grinned. "Thanks for playing matchmaker, kid. I think I've got a new obsession on my hands."

Codi beamed, feeling like she'd just won the lottery. "I'll be there, Mr. Sinatra," she purred, winking up at him.

And with that, the three of them shared a laugh, the spark of a new friendship – or perhaps something more – flickering to life in the California night.

Frank raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Marilyn's suggestion. He strode over to where Codi was sipping a cocktail, her piercing green eyes sparkling as she laughed with a group of admirers.