Chapter 28

• I was still debating whose advice to follow-Mirabel's "play hard to get" strategy or Emily's "just be yourself" approach-when Patricia entered the kitchen, balancing a stack of plates.
• "Ayla, Mr. Dante needs you upstairs. A glass of orange juice spilled on the floor, and he wants you to clean it up," she said, placing the plates into the sink.
• Damn it. I had been doing my best to avoid both him and Amber all morning, and now fate was shoving me right into the lion's den. Just great. My little effort to steer clear of them had gone down the drain.