“Paris said Eden mentioned it.”
“Mentioned what? Me not having my own room in Europe?” For some reason, that got Anna’s hackles up. Sure, she didn’t spend much time here, but she liked having her own space. They were still keeping their relationship under wraps, so she couldn’t exactly schedule interviews in Eden’s suite.
And Anna had been giving a lot of interviews lately, with magazines and publications she’d only dreamed of before now. She’d signed on for this tour to elevate her status, to be taken seriously as an artist, and it seemed like she’d accomplished that. She hadn’t won a major award—yet—but the press David sent her was increasingly high profile.
Kyrie shrugged. “That’s what Paris said.”
“Well, Paris doesn’t work for me. You do, and I want my own room.”
“Then you’ll have it,” Kyrie said with a nod.
Anna took another sip of her coffee. Why would Eden tell Paris that Anna didn’t need her own room while they were in Europe? It felt uncomfortably close to the way Camille used to make decisions for her. She’d have a talk with Eden about it later.
“So, for the party tonight ...” Kyrie paused, a hesitant look on her face.
“Yeah?”
“Well, I received a request from Camille for an invitation. Apparently she’s attending the show tomorrow night.”
“Camille?” Anna’s spine straightened. What in the world was Camille doing in Miami this week? She lived in LA and had rarely left the city when she and Anna were together. She wanted to be wherever the shiniest stars were. Camille loved to be seen and photographed and talked about. LA was made for someone like her. “No way. She’s not invited to the party. No.”
“I’m in full agreement with you, but I feel like I should point out that if you refuse her request, she might show up tonight and make a scene regardless.”
“Ugh.” Anna put down her coffee and scrubbed her hands over her face. That was exactly Camille’s style, but giving in to her demands felt like Anna was losing all the progress she’d made where Camille was concerned. Still, Anna didn’t want her to cause a scene tonight. “Fine. Send her an invite. What’s the worst that can happen?”
“She ruins the party for you,” Kyrie said sympathetically.
“That’s a given,” Anna said. “And I can’t even flaunt my relationship with Eden in her face since we aren’t public yet. Dammit, I was looking forward to tonight too!”
She was still fuming about it when she boarded the plane that afternoon. Eden, by contrast, was beaming as she climbed the steps to the jet, looking glamorous in skinny jeans, a blue silk shirt, and oversize sunglasses. She removed the glasses once they were on board, gesturing for Anna to sit with her.
“What do you think if—”
“Camille is coming to the party tonight.”
They spoke at the same time, and then Eden’s mouth dropped open.
“Oh,” she said after a moment of awkward silence. “Did you invite her?”
Anna groaned. “Under duress.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” Eden looked out the window, even though the plane wasn’t moving yet.
“Obviously, I don’t want her there,” Anna said. “She’s been bothering Kyrie for an invitation, and apparently she’s coming to the show tomorrow, so I’m going to have to see her one way or another.”
“She won’t cause trouble tonight, will she?”
“I hope not” was all Anna could say.
“Me too,” Eden echoed, her expression blank.
“Just let me handle her tonight, okay? If she’s being inappropriate, I’ll ask her to leave.”
Eden’s chin went up. “Fine.”
“Fine.”
The plane began to roll forward, and Anna wished they were on their way back to Vermont. Anywhere but Miami. She’d been involuntarily comparing Eden to Camille since they met, and she couldn’t help feeling like tonight was going to be an unmitigated disaster.
