“Next month, on the 5th—it’s Memorial Day,” Miranda said, checking her calendar.
“That’s coming up fast,” she continued, glancing at the date. “It’s already the end of this month. Did you ask Forrest what the plan is? The whole thing with him and the Lockwood family should be wrapping up soon, right?”
Mila replied, “I’ll ask him when I get home tonight.”
“Good, hurry up and get on it! At least find out what the details are so we can get ready,” Miranda urged, her voice anxious.
“Mila, we really need to move quickly. I have to leave the country before Roland starts hounding me again. My parents absolutely cannot find out about any of this. It took me forever to get them to accept that I don’t want to get married, and if they discover what I’ve been up to… I’m done for!”
Mila sighed. “Then why are you doing this?”
It’s one thing to hook up with a guy, but why did it have to be such a complicated one?
Miranda fell silent, cursing herself for the thousandth time for not stopping when she’d drunkenly run her hands over those abs that night.
Mila was about to say something else when a sound behind her caught her attention. She turned to see a man coming down the garden path toward her.
“I have to go. I’ll text you tonight after I talk to Forrest,” she said, ending the call.
…
Mila turned around and finally got a good look at who it was—and was surprised.
“What are you—?”
Nathaniel took a few steps closer, a little embarrassed. “I saw you on the phone just now—you looked upset. I was worried something was wrong, so I came over.”
Mila gave him a strange look. She and Nathaniel weren’t exactly on caring-what’s-wrong terms.
He seemed to realize this too, and quickly pulled out his phone. “Oh, right—there’s something else. Remember how you asked me to look into a ruby auction? I found one. Is this what you’re looking for?”
Oh, right. She’d almost forgotten. Mila was searching for a ruby for one of her designs for Fashion Week.
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