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Meanwhile, I reread an email that’s just landed in my inbox. I can hardly believe it.

“Luca Valizar wants a meeting.”

Rio looks impressed. “Damn. And he couldn’t tell you that in Venice?”

Matteo raises a brow. “You finally get to meet him.”

I finally do.

It’s odd that he waited until I was back in New York to ask me.

Chapter 12

MOLLY

I drive to visit Kiki once school is over.

I called her soon after I found out that she’d called in sick. I left messages, but she didn't reply. She's been ignoring my calls all day.

“You?” she cries, as soon as she opens the door. Then she pulls me in, like she's hiding something. “Did Turlington send you to snoop on me?”

“No, why would she?” I hand over the basket of strawberries, and the bar of chocolate I’m holding.

“For me?” Kiki clutches them to her chest. “Thank you. My day keeps getting better and better.”

She doesn’t sound ill.

She doesn’t look ill.

I follow her to the kitchen. Her laptop is open on the table. Every second or so her cell phone buzzes with a notification.

“You were off sick today. What's wrong with you?”

“What's wrong with me?” Kiki cries. “Molly, you did me a huge favor!” She looks pleased with herself. “I've had the biggest sales day ever.”

“What do you mean?” I have no idea what she’s talking about. “What’s all this?” I ask, my eyes take in all the packages, the chaos, and the mess on the table. There are cameras, tripods, ring lights on it, and beauty products piled on every surface.

I can’t reconcile any of this with the big, smug smile on her face, or the idea that she’s sick.

“This is all thanks to you.” She pokes me lightly in my shoulder. “You sending me those clips from Venice was the best thing to happen to me.”

“That was an accident. I meant to send them to Miss T.”

She stops. Stares at me. “Well, they were a blessing because one of them has gone viral and I’ve done amazing because of it.”

“Viral? What do you mean it’s gone viral? Which video?” My words trail away and I’m suddenly scared. Going viral doesn’t sound good. I hope it was the clip about the canapés.

“Does it matter?” Kiki cries. “You going to Venice was my lucky break!” She grins widely. It’s infuriating.

“Show me the video.”

She picks up her phone and shows me.

It’s the video I took of Enzo when he was standing all by himself and I said he looks like he should be marking books.

I stumble back a step, gripping the chair to steady myself.

I can’t breathe. I can’t speak.