work.‖
Wait, what about the Breakers? ―Thanks for the tour.‖ I touched his arm. ―Maybe we could get together another time.‖
This was my shameless way of saying: Ask me out for cocktails, pretty boy . Who knew what I could get out of him after two or three drinks?
―Yeah, maybe. Take care, Megan.‖ I couldn‘t help but think he looked a little confused as he stepped backward into the gallery.
Choose the best antonym (pair of words possessing an opposite meaning) for the following set of words:
DIVIDE and CONQUER
(a) invite and party
(b) separate and destroy
(c) highlight and blowout
(d) unify and submit
(e) mani and pedi
chapter fourteen
Iwas walking on the now-familiar white pebble path between the main mansion and the twins‘ manse, going over the bizarre end to Will‘s and my walk, when I heard shouts coming from the pool deck. The twins—I couldn‘t yet tell their voices apart—and someone else.
How intriguing.
The expletives were flying as I stepped off the path and hid behind a palm tree just west of the pool deck. From there, I could see across the deck to the cabanas, where the battle royal was taking place. The girls were still in their swimsuits, and the other woman was dressed in a beige pantsuit.
―I can‘t fucking believe you, Zenith!‖ Sage screeched. ―You call yourself a fucking manager? You suck !‖
Manager? As in the manager who was supposed to be getting the twins all that priceless film, TV, and modeling work?
Zenith took a deep breath, clearly attempting to maintain her composure. ―Look, this kind of thing happens all the time—deals fall through when it comes time for people to write checks.‖
―You said you were going to get us our own TV series. Our own movie. Our own chain of clubs,‖ Rose whined. ―You said we were going to make the world forget about Paris and Nicole!‖
―Look, there is an offer on the table. If you weren‘t such spoiled brats, you‘d be grabbing at it,‖ Zenith fumed.
―Golden Glow spray-on tan? And I‘m the fucking ‗before‘ picture? Sage Baker is never a ‗before‘ picture!‖
Sage Baker as a ―before‖ picture? Priceless.
―Are you finished?‖ Zenith asked quietly.
―Get the hell off our property,‖ Sage responded.
―Nothing would make me happier. Don‘t ever call me again.‖ Zenith started back across the pool deck, thankfully taking a path that wouldn‘t cause her to run into me.
―No, you don‘t ever call us again!‖ Sage took off one of her jewel-encrusted sandals and hurled it at her retreating manager. It plunged into the pool. ―And you look like shit in beige!‖ Sage turned back to her sister. ―Fuck her. We‘ll find another manager. Come on, Rose, let‘s go get plastered.‖
―No.‖ Rose looked like she was on the verge of tears.
“No?” Sage echoed, sounding incredulous. I was incredulous, too. I hadn‘t known that Rose was capable of saying that word to her sister.
―Everything‘s . . . ruined.‖ Rose dashed across the deck and down the stone steps to the beach, leaving Sage alone. For a brief moment, it seemed like Sage was going to go after her. But then she strode back toward their house, kicking her other sandal into the pool on the way.
Divide and conquer, I told myself. The twins‘ house was already divided. All I had to do was conquer.
I took the back way to the beach and tried to look casual, like I merely happened to be going for an afternoon stroll. Almost immediately, I saw Rose taking baby steps along the surf line, dancing away from each oncoming wave and then daring the ocean to soak her feet.
―Out for a walk?‖ I asked as I approached. Her lower lip was trembling. ―Hey, are you okay?‖
She shook her head. The tide was on the way in, and a wave came dangerously close to soaking our feet. I jumped back, figuring Marco‘s ballet slippers were not waterproof.
―Where‘s my sister?‖ Rose asked, looking concerned.
I shrugged. ―Don‘t
Wait, what about the Breakers? ―Thanks for the tour.‖ I touched his arm. ―Maybe we could get together another time.‖
This was my shameless way of saying: Ask me out for cocktails, pretty boy . Who knew what I could get out of him after two or three drinks?
―Yeah, maybe. Take care, Megan.‖ I couldn‘t help but think he looked a little confused as he stepped backward into the gallery.
Choose the best antonym (pair of words possessing an opposite meaning) for the following set of words:
DIVIDE and CONQUER
(a) invite and party
(b) separate and destroy
(c) highlight and blowout
(d) unify and submit
(e) mani and pedi
chapter fourteen
Iwas walking on the now-familiar white pebble path between the main mansion and the twins‘ manse, going over the bizarre end to Will‘s and my walk, when I heard shouts coming from the pool deck. The twins—I couldn‘t yet tell their voices apart—and someone else.
How intriguing.
The expletives were flying as I stepped off the path and hid behind a palm tree just west of the pool deck. From there, I could see across the deck to the cabanas, where the battle royal was taking place. The girls were still in their swimsuits, and the other woman was dressed in a beige pantsuit.
―I can‘t fucking believe you, Zenith!‖ Sage screeched. ―You call yourself a fucking manager? You suck !‖
Manager? As in the manager who was supposed to be getting the twins all that priceless film, TV, and modeling work?
Zenith took a deep breath, clearly attempting to maintain her composure. ―Look, this kind of thing happens all the time—deals fall through when it comes time for people to write checks.‖
―You said you were going to get us our own TV series. Our own movie. Our own chain of clubs,‖ Rose whined. ―You said we were going to make the world forget about Paris and Nicole!‖
―Look, there is an offer on the table. If you weren‘t such spoiled brats, you‘d be grabbing at it,‖ Zenith fumed.
―Golden Glow spray-on tan? And I‘m the fucking ‗before‘ picture? Sage Baker is never a ‗before‘ picture!‖
Sage Baker as a ―before‖ picture? Priceless.
―Are you finished?‖ Zenith asked quietly.
―Get the hell off our property,‖ Sage responded.
―Nothing would make me happier. Don‘t ever call me again.‖ Zenith started back across the pool deck, thankfully taking a path that wouldn‘t cause her to run into me.
―No, you don‘t ever call us again!‖ Sage took off one of her jewel-encrusted sandals and hurled it at her retreating manager. It plunged into the pool. ―And you look like shit in beige!‖ Sage turned back to her sister. ―Fuck her. We‘ll find another manager. Come on, Rose, let‘s go get plastered.‖
―No.‖ Rose looked like she was on the verge of tears.
“No?” Sage echoed, sounding incredulous. I was incredulous, too. I hadn‘t known that Rose was capable of saying that word to her sister.
―Everything‘s . . . ruined.‖ Rose dashed across the deck and down the stone steps to the beach, leaving Sage alone. For a brief moment, it seemed like Sage was going to go after her. But then she strode back toward their house, kicking her other sandal into the pool on the way.
Divide and conquer, I told myself. The twins‘ house was already divided. All I had to do was conquer.
I took the back way to the beach and tried to look casual, like I merely happened to be going for an afternoon stroll. Almost immediately, I saw Rose taking baby steps along the surf line, dancing away from each oncoming wave and then daring the ocean to soak her feet.
―Out for a walk?‖ I asked as I approached. Her lower lip was trembling. ―Hey, are you okay?‖
She shook her head. The tide was on the way in, and a wave came dangerously close to soaking our feet. I jumped back, figuring Marco‘s ballet slippers were not waterproof.
―Where‘s my sister?‖ Rose asked, looking concerned.
I shrugged. ―Don‘t
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