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Me: Liza, sorry I missed this text. Do you think you know where Daniellais?
A few agonizing minutes later, shereplies.
Liza: Yep. Jonah just gave me the heads-up you’d be contacting me. I’m on it, boss. I’ll call my friend right now…see if I can get you a roomnumber.
Why is it that Jonah and Liza are like best buds now? They never said so much as one word to each other—Liza avoided him like the plague and they seemed to bicker the whole time in Milan. I’ll tackle that super mystery as soon as I find myDaniella.
Me: Great. I’ll wait to hear back from you. And thanks,Liza.
Jonah’s right. I need to clean myself up. I’ve never looked thislow.
Coffee tained T-shirt. Sweatpants with holes. Greasyhair.
If Daniella came back now, she’d leave me solely based on my raggedy-assappearance.
* * *
Liza hasn’t texted yet.I’ve been showered and dressed for what seems like forever, although it’s only been anhour.
And finally, a text message comesthrough.
Liza: Found her, boss. Beverly Hills Hilton Suite 1265. Goodluck.
Me: You’re a rock star, Liza. And I’m giving you a raise and apromotion.
Liza:Cool!!
I anxiously grab my keys and wallet and walk halfway out thedoor.
Shit. I forgotsomething.
I two-step it all the way to the top of the stairs, through the bedroom door, and into Daniella’scloset.
I grab those sexy, pink, strappy heels—I’ve got an ingeniousidea.
And before I know it, I’m in my car, racing to The Beverly Hilton to go get mygirl.
