Page 303 (2/2)
An intern at Price Coopers, Fiona saw her chance to cli asked for her nu into her What started as an invitation ht the Nailers’ quarterback over dinner, Fiona Barnett soon started taking credit for his success, and even h-rise condo at Trump Tower
Still, there’s hope for Nailers’ fans It see finally came to his senses, and a separation seems to be imminent
The article goes on and on, bla me as the main culprit behind the rise of a vain society Like, seriously? I don’t even know if they’re really talking aboutinto es are particularly vicious
Friends with some of New York’s crème de lá crème such as the wife of the notorious St Alban’s prince, Connor d’Avington, and the wife of billionaire Apollo Kane, it see to achieve the sae
I feel like killing sohtheaded, I place the newspaper back on the rack and start walking back ho atDanny, but no it’s different New York feels hostile Maybe it’s all in my head, but it see
There she goes, that gold digger, I can almost hear them think And maybe it’s true Maybe I let myself be swooned by theI’m not I mean, look at all , and they’re living into survive h money to pay the rent of the apartment I share with Becca
Maybe my romance with Danny was just an illusion Andhi on the playoffs God, I feel so worthless right now
I start walking faster, desperate to get home as soon as I can I think I’ll just sit down in front of the TV, put on soet about the whole world while drowning in ice crea cliché to the horrible list of things people are calling me See if I care
I’m so distracted that I don’t even notice there’s soainst him
“Sorry,” I cry out, taking a step back and realizing that the person I buainst is Danny hiht, what other reason is there for hi up withdownhill
“Fiona,” he says, his eyes locked on mine, and a sad smile on his lips “I had to see you”
Before I can let him break up with me, I just take one step forward and wraptheir way to my eyes
“I should've listened to you,” I whisper,one tremendous effort to choke down a violent sob “I’m so sorry… I really am I let the press come between us and now… I’m sorry, Danny”
He just holdsone hand on the back of ainst his chest I try not to cry, but it’s getting harder; just thinking that this ainst him hurts too much
“I let myself be seduced by the fame… I know I should've listened to you,” I say, almost desperate Now that he’s here, I know the truth; I was a fool, yes, but I love him And not because he’s rich or famous, but just because of the kind of man he is