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eyes perplexed. The holographic video simulation theyтАЩd been running, the one
theyтАЩd been thrown into fits of giggles over, trying to get ready for their
grand adventure, time touring in London, flickered silently behind JennaтАЩs
roommate, forgotten as thoroughly as last summerтАЩs fun and games. Carl
blinked, owl-like, through his glasses. тАЬNikki? WhatтАЩs wrong?тАЭ He always
called her by her middle name, rather than her more famous given name-an
endearing habit that had drawn her to him from the very beginning. He brushed
JennaтАЩs hair back from her brow. тАЬHey, what is it? You look like you just
heard from a ghost.тАЭ
She managed a smile. тАЬWorse. Aunt CassieтАЩs in town.тАЭ
тАЬOh, dear God!тАЭ CarlтАЩs expressive eyes literally radiated sympathy, which
was another reason Jenna had moved in with him. Sympathy was in short supply
when your father was the John Paul Caddrick, the Senator everybody loved to
hate.
 Jenna nodded. тАЬYeah. WhatтАЩs worse, she wants me to meet her by six. At
LuigiтАЩs, for GodтАЩs sake!тАЭ
CarlтАЩs eyes widened. тАЬLuigiтАЩs? YouтАЩre kidding? ThatтАЩs worse than bad.
PressтАЩll be crawling all over you. Remind me to thank the Lady of Heaven for
not giving me famous relatives.тАЭ
Jenna glared up at him. тАЬSome help you are, lover! And just what am I
supposed to wear to LuigiтАЩs? Do you see any six-thousand-dollar dresses in my
closet?тАЭ Jenna hadnтАЩt put on much of anything but ratty jeans since hitting
college. тАЬThe last time I was seen in public with Aunt Cassie, she had on a
blouse that cost more than the rent on this apartment for a year! And I still
havenтАЩt lived down the bad press from that horrible afternoon!тАЭ She hid her
face in her hands, still mortified by the memory of being immortalized on
every television set and magazine cover in the country after slipping headlong
into a mud puddle. тАЬCassie Tyrol and her niece, the mudlark . . .тАЭ
тАЬYep, thatтАЩs you, Jenna Nicole, the prettiest mudlark in Brooklyn.тАЭ Jenna
put out her tongue, but CarlтАЩs infectious grin helped ease a little of the
panic tightening down. He tickled her chin. тАЬLook, itтАЩs nearly four, now. If
youтАЩre gonna be in any shape to walk into LuigiтАЩs by six, with a crowd of
reporters falling all over the two of you-тАЭ Jenna just groaned, at which Carl
had the impudence to laugh тАЬ-then youтАЩd better jump, hon. In case you hadnтАЩt
noticed, you look like shit.тАЭ Carl eyed her up and down, wrinkling his nose.
тАЬThatтАЩs what happens when you stay out тАЩtil four A.M., working on a script due
at six, then forget to go to bed when you get back from class.тАЭ
Jenna threw a rolled up sock at him. He ducked with the ease of a born
dancer and the forlorn sock sailed straight through a ghostly, three-
dimensional simulation of a young woman laced into proper attire for a lady of
style, prim and proper and all set to enjoy LondonтАЩs Season. The Season of
1888. When JennaтАЩs sock тАЬlandedтАЭ in the holographic teacup, while the
holographic young lady continued smiling and sipping her now-contaminated tea,
JennaтАЩs roommate fell down on the floor, howling and pointing a waggling
finger at her. тАЬOh, Nikki, three-point shot!тАЭ
Jenna scowled down at the idiot, who lay rolling around holding his ribs and
sputtering with laughter. тАЬThanks, Carl. YouтАЩre all heart. Remind me to lose
your invitation to the graduation party. If I ever graduate. God, if Simkins
rejects this script, IтАЩll throw myself in the East River.тАЭ
Carl chuckled and rolled over, coming to his feet easily to switch off the