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“Yeah?” I said.
She paused. “You know what? I’m going to be supportive, Polly. If you want to go to law school, I’m behind you one hundred percent. You’re my sister, and I support you in whatever you do. I know you were there for me back when I got my job as a housekeeper.”
“Thank you,” I said, smiling at her, grateful for her response.
“Dad and I will pay for law school if,” Mom added, “you do get an internship at a law firm like Finn suggested and you really think that is a career path you want to take.”
“I’ll do it this summer,” I said. “I have three months.”
“Well, good. You better start filling out some applications,” she said, rubbing Dad’s hand.
“I will.”
“I thought we were going to have a hot girl summer,” Chelsea sighed. “I thought we were going to go to the beach and tan and show off our new bikinis.” She stared at me.
“We can still show off our new bikinis and go to the beach,” I said. “It’s not like I’m going to be an actual attorney practicing cases. I’ll just be interning a couple of days a week paper pushing or something.” I smiled at her. “Don’t worry. We are still going to have the absolute best summer.”
“Okay,” she said. “Then I support you going to law school, too, and hey, maybe you’ll get a job for a really hot attorney, and…” She paused as she looked over at Mom and Dad. “Well, you know, it will make going to work more fun,” she said quickly and then looked at her phone. “Anyways, I have a phone call. I will catch you later, okay?”
“Okay,” I said with a smile, feeling happy. “I’m going to go and check out the online ads and see who’s looking for a legal assistant,” I said, beaming happily at my family. My announcement had been made, and everyone seemed to be behind me. I was going to be an attorney. Sure, my real dream job was to be a writer, but I knew that was never going to happen.
Chapter2
“Chelsea, I’d really expected you to be more supportive.” I tried not to sound as if I was accusing her of being a turncoat and traitor, even though I felt that way. I paused as I stared at her long, cascading, dark brown waves and the big green hazel eyes that were looking back at me innocently. Though she couldn’t stop a devious smile from crossing her pretty face. Chelsea was the youngest Campbell sister and the easiest to read.
“What?” she asked in a confused fashion, as if she had no idea what I was complaining about. Her acting sucked, and I wanted to tell her that she was closer to winning a Razzie than an Oscar.
“When I said I wanted to be an attorney, I thought you would say something like, ‘Yeah, I can see you as a female Matlock or Perry Mason or even Hercule Poirot…’”
“First off, Poirot was a retired detective,” she snapped back at me. “And who are Lock and Perimasone?” she asked, blinking, completely blundering the famous TV attorney names like a philistine.
“You know, remember the old shows Mom and Dad used to watch when we were kids on the crappy basic cable channels?”
“Oh yeah. Kind of.” She wrinkled her nose, and I could tell from the look on her face that she had no idea what I was talking about.
“Or remember Jane inDrop Dead Diva, how she was that kick-ass attorney?” I pivoted to a more current example of an attorney.
“Oh yeah. I lovedDrop Dead Diva. Sometimes I still wonder, should she have been with Owen or should she have been with Grayson?” Chelsea tilted her head to the side as if in deep contemplation. “Like Grayson was her soul mate, but Owen was the—”
I just stared at my sister in disbelief. “Really, Chelsea, come on. That is not important.”
“I know. Look, if this is what you really want, I support you. You know that, Polly.” She shrugged. “If you see yourself as a top litigator, then I will be here by your side cheering you on. Watching you walk up those courthouse steps in your heels and—”
“Thank you,” I said, beaming at her as I cut her off. I didn’t need her to go off on a diatribe that would take all day. “I appreciate it.”
“I mean, I think you’d do better as an actress, and then you could move to Hollywood and who knows? Maybe Finn has a lot of connections and can get you some auditions or something.”
“Really, Chelsea? I don’t want to be Molly number two.” I made a face thinking about Molly, Harriet’s former coworker at a local coffee shop who was desperate to make it as an actress, even though she had no real skills.
“Polly and Molly,” she said, holding her hands up in the air and singing. She started trying to tap and gave me a wide smile. “I’m Polly, and she’s Molly. We really like holly, and when I say Polly, I don’t mean she’s poly.” She waved her hands back and forth as she laughed at her own made-up song.
I glared at her as she giggled. “Really?”
She stopped and then raised an eyebrow at me. “What? I thought it was fun.” She shrugged and then leaned forward, her eyes alight with mischief. “That was such a low blow when you asked Harriet if she could be pregnant. Did you see the look Mom and Dad gave her?”
“I mean she’s living with the man. They can’t expect that she’s not having sex.” I rolled my eyes as I defended my comment. I knew Harriet had been rightfully upset, but it wasn’t like the situation wasn’t possible. Especially given all the sex I was sure Harriet and Finn were having. Not that I cared. I was totally not jealous that I didn’t have a rich, hot man to devour me every single night.
“True,” she said, “but I have a feeling Mom and Dad would be pissed if they got pregnant before they got married.”
