Charli, darling, I understand you’re in California. I called your office and learned you’re not there. Obviously, I wish you would’ve told me. I’m not going to call you because of the time change, and because you might be working. We all know you’re set on being some major career woman, and don’t you forget it either!
I loved your dad, and you’re just like him. He’d be so proud, which is why I hope you meet up with Garrett in NYC. He would have liked that too. Dad, I mean.
Please don’t be rude.
Love you,
Mom
P.S. Call me!!
I’d call her later. Much later. Like when I got back to New York and was too swamped to meet Garrett. I dashed off a quick e-mail in response, saying I loved her back and yes, my job was extremely important to me.
Is it?
Then I scrolled down through the rest of my e-mails.
Work, big sale at Bloomies, schedule change at the spin studio, and ...
FROM:[emailprotected]
TO:[emailprotected]
Hey, Charli! Hope you made it to LA safely. I assume you’re taking a car to the premiere. I’ll be there by five, so I should be there when you get there. I need to sit somewhere near the front for the presentation, but if you save me a seat, I’ll move back with you for the movie?
Only if you want. I know you’re working.
Oh, check this out. Look at these bloopers from taping today. Check out the actor who gets seriously messed up.
—Lay
Inserted at the bottom of the message was a video where the guy who plays a superhero gets jacked up trying to run down a set of stairs, clipping his shoulder on the wall and tumbling the rest of the way down.
He laughed like a hyena, though, so I guessed he didn’t mind or get hurt.
I was laughing and smiling too until I realized everyone in the spa was staring at me. Embarrassed, I sobered quickly and shoved my phone back in my purse, and pretended to be fascinated with the color of my toes.
