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That was something that she could get behind. “Sounds good.” She ignored how her heart beat faster. “I want to design a better battery for the hybrid cars that won't destroy the planet.”
“If you have an idea on how, you should write it down and pitch it to me.”
“Pitch?”
“Inventors seek my fortune to bring their ideas into fruition.”
“Well, I’ll draw out the idea I have in my head, and you can tell me what you think, since you’re an expert.”
“I can do that… when you’re ready.”
If she found a way to live here, with him, then she’d have everything she ever wanted. He kissed her and she forgot everything else. He drew back and it took her a second to be able to see straight. She held onto the doorframe as he waved and headed toward the elevator.
Once she could think again, she relaxed and closed the door, returning to the suite.
This place had everything. She shuffled back into the dining room and viewed the options. Rebecca pretty much hearted all the mansions. She couldn’t decide--she'd never lived in anything like them.
Her phonebeepedas she perused her choices and she saw that Melissa had texted her. Her lips pursed. Her name wasn’t Melissa, was it? She didn't blame Bart for not wanting to be like his father.
What are you and Bart doing today?
Melissa was about to be a Morgan. Was she fantasizing about quitting her job?He’s working a bit. I’m giving him my notes on houses.
Three dots appeared. She scrolled through the mansions and watched her phone. Her friend wrote,Good. So we’re still on for FIU tomorrow, or are you giving that up?
Life wasn’t secure and while she hoped that Bart fell in love with her like she was with him, she needed to be smart too. She sighed and typed,No. We’re going. You’re showing me around, though should I call you Melissa or Aurelia now?
LOL. I answer to whatever as long as we’re still friends.
Good. Rebecca relaxed. Her life was on track to a happy-ever-after that she’d never even imagined.We are though you’ll need to tell me your name preference.
Later,Melissa wrote.
If her friend chose to go by another name, she’d need time but she’d get used to it.
Rebecca finished with the mansions/castles in the tropics, closed the laptop, and called room service.
She ordered herself a cheeseburger and fries, adding a pasta for Bart, since he was from Italy.
The moment she hung up, someone knocked on her door. She held her head high and ignored the zip in her veins. She’d be fine. She opened the door and saw two women with clothes racks, led by another woman she’d seen briefly at last night’s party. “Come in.”
“Rebecca?” The woman from the party directed her assistants inside.
The women walked past her with dresses meant for a princess, but she couldn’t let the dazzle in her eye be seen. She turned toward the dark-haired woman and offered her hand to shake as she said, “Yes. Hi. Wow, that’s a lot of dresses. Are you Caro?”
The designer clasped her hand with a bright smile, then waved for her assistants, who immediately measured Rebecca’s waist and thighs. Caro said, “Yes, hi. It’s nice to meet you. Gio said this is for tonight?”
"Yes." Rebecca realized that looking nice was very important to Gio, and his family, and that he was trying to make things easier for her. Was that a sign that he cared?
The ladies went toward the racks. Caro eyed her closely. “I wanted to see personally what colors look good on you, as we didn’t get a chance to talk last night at the party.”
Each assistant took turns putting a color in front of Rebecca as Caro watched. Rebecca didn’t move as Caro wagged her finger for no and nodded for the colors she approved.
Rebecca’s heart raced and she wished she was calmer. “Bart has a lot of family.”
“And you don’t?” Caro pointed toward a dress in emerald.
Rebecca never really wore green--but then, she'd never seen this shade before. The taller assistant motioned for Rebecca to take off her outfit and change.
