Page 130 of Promise Not to Fall for the Rich & Famous

“Wait, I know the mistake you’re talking about,” his public relations rep continued. “It must be the moment you allowedyour identical twin to step into your place, marry a woman handpicked for you, and fall in love with her while all of America watched. That’s theone tinymistake you’re talking about, right?”

Duke rubbed his thumb over the divot in his pocket stone, back and forth. “You know what? You’re fired.”

Perry chuckled under his breath. “That’s what you always say. But trust me—you should be thanking me.Everyonewants to get interviewed by Veritå.”

“Do you think that’s her real name or just some pen name?” Duke wandered to the other side of the greenroom to a small bar. A crystal jar with a spout held ice water with lemon slices. A row of upside down glasses stood nearby. He poured himself some water as Perry replied.

“Veritå istruthin Italian. The woman says she’s a truth seeker—she prides herself on it.”

Duke furrowed his brow as he brought the glass to his lips. He paused before taking a sip. “The truth, huh?” A question came to mind, but rather than speak it aloud, Duke swallowed it down instead.

What if the truth about Duke Benton wasn’t all that interesting? The thought pricked at a deep fear of his. One he worked to keep far from reach. The same fear that threatened to roar its ugly head the more his public image tanked.

Shards of anxiety shot through him as he indulged that fear. The fear of being irrelevant, unimportant, invisible.

His phone let out another buzz. Duke tugged it from his pocket, anxious for an escape from the thoughts in his head. It was Grandma again, but this time she was calling, not texting.

“I’ll be right back.” Quickly, Duke strode out of the room and headed straight for the stairwell. “Hello?”

“She’s in town, you know,” Grandma said on the other end of the line. “She got in yesterday and came straight to the boutiqueto cancel the order on her dress. You should hear what that guy did to her. Awful.”

Chances were she’d done a lot worse to him, but Duke didn’t say so. Instead, he took the stairs like it was part of his workout routine, grateful to blow off the steam boiling beneath the surface. “You’re talking about Sylvia Sampson?”

“Yes, Sylvia, who else?” she said. “She asked about you. Said it would do her a lot of good to be seen with you on her arm right now, after what happened to her. And I think it’d boost your image as well.”

Duke rounded the landing and headed down the next flight. “It’d help my image to take Sylvia…”

“The Sampsons hold a lot of clout in LA. And they don’t come much prettier than her.”

Duke rounded the final landing before gripping the banister and heading back up. “She’s not really my type, Grandma. In fact, she’s kind of a brat.”

“It’s one night,” Grandma urged. “You’ll be announcing together already. Why not make it a date?”

“Because I don’t want to give her the wrong idea, that’s why.”

“She only wants it for her image,” Grandma specified. “She’s fresh off a breakup, for crying out loud.”

Man, she wasn’t going to let up, was she? “Fine,” he finally said. “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s my sweet grandson. Mark the last weekend of June for the gala, will you? That’s about two months from now.”

Duke had reached the seventeenth floor—Slipper Magazine’sfloor—but rather than go back to the greenroom, he headed up to the rooftop instead. Something was getting under his skin. Something beyond the obvious irritations vying for his attention.

“You know who Veritå is?” he asked.

“Is that who’s interviewing you for your feature withSlipper?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

When she left it there, Duke prodded. “Wow, what? Is that good or bad?”

“No, it’s good. It’sreallygood actually. She’s just…well, I’d say honest at all costs. She should help people see you clearly, and that’s wonderful because you are an incredible guy.”

An incredible guy, huh? Duke didn’t feel incredible. He felt irrelevant. Each of his siblings seemed to be in newlywed bliss and the public was eating it up with a spoon. Gushing over every lame thing the couples did together.

Oh, looks like James is still treating his culinary princess like a queen,beside some picture of the two out for dinner. OrBetzy and Sawyer caught test-driving a new million-dollar machine. Will the two get a matching pair—His and Hers?