k of the house.
Mia collars me in the hallway. In her pale pink, frothy
babydoll dress and killer heels, she towers over me like a
Christmas tree fairy. She’s holding two cocktail glasses.
“Ana,” she hisses conspiratorially. I glance up at
Christian, who releases me with a best-of-luck-I-find-herimpossible-
to-deal-with-too look, and I sneak into the
dining room with her.
“Here,” she says mischievously. “This is one of my
dad’s special lemon martinis—much nicer than
champagne.” She hands me a glass and watches anxiously
while I take a tentative sip.
“Hmm . . . delicious. But strong.” What does she
want? Is she trying to get me drunk?
“Ana, I need some advice. And I can’t ask Lily—she’s
so judgmental about everything.” Mia rolls her eyes then
grins at me. “She is so jealous of you. I think she was
hoping one day that she and Christian might get together.”
hoping one day that she and Christian might get together.”
Mia bursts out laughing at the absurdity, and I quail inside.
This is something I will ha一ve to contend with for a long
time—other women wanting my man. I push the
unwelcome thought out of my head and distract myself
with the matter in hand. I take another sip of my martini.
“I’ll try and help. Fire away.”
“As you know, Ethan and I met recently, thanks to
you.” She beams at me.
“Yes.” Where the hell is she going with this?
“Ana—he doesn’t want to date me.” She pouts.
“Oh.” I blink at her, stunned, and I think, Maybe he’s
just not that into you.
“Look, that sounded all wrong. He doesn’t want to
date because his sister is going out with my brother. You
know—he thinks it’s all kind of incestuous. But I know he
likes me. What can I do?”
“Oh, I see,” I mutter, trying to buy myself some time.
What can I say? “Can you agree to be friends and give it
some time? I mean you’ve only just met him.”
She cocks her eyebrow and I flush.
“Look, I know I’ve only really just met Christian
but . . .” I scowl at her not sure what I want to say. “Mia,
this is something you and Et
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