Chapter 10
Daniella
“So…areyou actually going to Milan? With Antoniohe’s-so-hotMichaels?” clamors Emma via my computer screen on a FaceTimecall.
She calls tocheck upon me about three times a day whenever she’s away with her dad, mainly out of boredom, but I get the feeling Emma misses me every time we are apart. She’s truly like the little sister I never had, but always wishedfor.
Peering up from the catalog ofCraveMelingerie items I’ve been perusing for the past hour, I grin. “Apparently, Iam.”
“Oh. My. God. You’vesogotta convince my mom to allow you to take me with you, D! Tell her it’s for a school project orsomething.”
“No can do, babe. Plus, it’s your last year of high school. You’d better savor every preciousmoment.”
Emma sulks, as she crams a handful of potato chips into her mouth. “Fine. Just bring me home some Italianchocolate.”
I chuckle at her demand. “You’ve gotit.”
“How was your first day as a PA? Is your new boss as dreamy as helooks?”
How about despicable, pretentious, and apathetic—all accentuated by mesmerizingcharisma.
“Totally,” I utter, knowing I’ll never fool Emma since Little Miss All-Knowing does discern me quitewell.
“Name one thing you like about him.” She studies my expression as she takes a sip ofsoda.
“Excuse me?” Iblink.
“My mom always says it helps to name at least one good thing about someone you don’t particularlylike.”
Just what I need: unsolicited advice from a sixteen-year-old.
Reluctantly, I search deep into the pit of my gut, for something—anything—I like aboutAntonio.
“His smile.” I finallydecide.
Emma folds her arms and squints her expressive brown eyes. “Uh-huh. The two of you will be sending out wedding invitations upon your return fromMilan.”
I shake my head. “Nope. I think he’smarried.”
“Married? No way! He’s been seen out on dates with too many women, D…so nicetry.”
“Well…he’s utterlyimpossible.”
“So areyou.”
“He’sstubborn.”
“And you’re not?” She gleams at myannoyance.
“We are Night andDay.”
“Opposites attract.” She sticks out hertongue.
“Don’t you have homework…orsomething?”
“Yep. In fact, I’ve got an assignment that’s due in a couple of weeks. Maybe you can help?” She grins like the CheshireCat.
“And what exactly is thisassignment?” I proceed with caution, knowing Emma always has a prank up hersleeve.
