The Billionaire's Daughter in Danger

own on her face. She placed a hand on her hip and shot me a look when she reac

probably the thing I hated most, but I wouldn't have been surprised if I woke up with a monster zit one of th

t chill out. It'

fine." I waved my hands in the air, trying to demonstrate t

nity now" mantra. "Seriously, I'm super excited! This is going to be the best birthday party of

nterest in parties and party p

head. "No, it tells you th

e was no way I was going to calm down. Calmness wasn't in my genes. Obsessive tracking and planning was in my genes. No, really. My mother had literally give

ake on this matter. I didn't want to be the kind of

eyed the work that was being done-extra chairs being set up around the dance floor, floral arrangements being carefully placed on the tables, a string quartet tuning their instruments in the corner-and nodded politely when I got a phone

t all started

ne tasting, where half the staff had probably already sneaked a glass or two and were no

n managing to exude evaporated the se

eeded him, always a step behind, making sure I didn't get into trouble. But ri

around the room to make sure no one was watching him-except, you know, he did a terrible job of it. If I, someone who had been distracted by a stray napkin

th disbelief and frustratio

The whole ballroom seemed to stop for a moment, eyes turning to m

ooking like a guilty child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Hi

exasperation. The last thing I needed right now was this. I snatched the half-eaten dessert samples out of his

th sarcasm. "What if you destroyed our chance at having the most scrumptious dessert on

ash of regret cross his face. He was probably real

," he muttered, clearly embarrassed. "I thought

d an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Is that wh

"Well, you know, it's all about keep

u could just experiment with. I turned them over in my hands, mentally calculating how much damage Jack had done. If he'd eaten

ce of chocolate mousse, I will personally make sure you neve

t pale. "I swea

f, knowing exactly how to get him to shut up. "Get ba

f he were trying to get as far away from me

ow standing across the room with a bemused look on her f

. "Wow, Emmy, I don't think anyone's ever cal

"it's not a title I bestow light

trying not to get drawn into my stress, but it was clear I wasn't

t table with a dramatic flair. "Back to work, I guess. We've got a party to plan,

inced by my attempts at composure. She could see through my facade

m swung open with a dramatic flo