Page 35 of A Major Puck Up

Then I text my driver.

Millie Hall is the last girl I should want.

But I’m tired of being reasonable.

Fuck it.

TWELVE

MILLIE

Mom: Could you be any more selfish? You never call. You’re always too busy for me.

Chrishell: Where are we going to celebrate your brother’s huge win?

Taylor: This weekend is going to be EPIC!

Me: Sorry girls, I’m already back in Paris. Sienna needed me. But how are you both? I miss you!

Daniel: Please tell me you’ll be back this summer so we can celebrate.

Daniel: Seriously. I miss you!

Me: Come to Paris. It’s amazing here.

Daniel: Will you introduce me to any of your hot friends?

Me: No. My only friends are gay men and Sienna.

Daniel: I don’t mind a little age gap.

Me: Ha, pretty sure the owner of your team will mind if you sleep with his sister.

Daniel: Eh, true. Probably best not to mix business and pleasure. I’ll come to Paris in a few weeks.

Me: YAY! Okay, send me your flight info when you get it. Can’t wait to see you.

Daniel: Same.

Me: And I miss you too

“Who has you smiling?” Sienna asks as she looks up from her sketch. At any given time, the short brunette with the green eyes can be seen with a sketchbook in hand. That way, when inspiration strikes, she’s ready. Kind of like how I’m always jotting down lyrics or tunes that pop into my head.

Lyrics that will never be read. Songs that will never be sung. At least her doodles are worth something.

“Just my brother.”

My brother is the only person who’s ever interested in talking to me. My mother likes to talk at me, my so-called friends only text when they think they can get something from me. And my father barely checks in anymore.

Pushing the negative thoughts out of my mind, I put the phone down and go back to checking the inventory list for Sienna’s next show. We’re in the warehouse, surrounded by clothing.

My life has been nonstop since I moved to Paris. Sienna doesn’t take a breath. The woman is always plotting, always thinking, always marketing. She’s got the next ten years mapped out, while I don’t even know what I want for dinner tonight.

Once her show premiered, Sienna offered me a full-time position as her assistant. Since I had nothing to go home to, the answer was easy.

With the end of her pencil caught between her teeth, she studies the sketch she’s working on, frowning. “Brothers are fun,” she says, her tone dry.

“Yeah, he’s going to come out in a few weeks. It will be nice to spend time with him. Daniel and I have always been close, so it’s been hard being so far apart.”

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