** I walked back to my office building, but instead of entering my office, I entered my car and drove home. A myriad of thoughts was flooding my mind as I sped down the busy Downtown LA streets, but more importantly, I felt more liberated than I had felt before. Those words I said right in Sebastian's face marked the first time I actively stood up for myself without regretting it after. But not only did I not regret it, I couldn't stop. I was smiling during this drive, like a cage I was stuck in had finally been opened. The threat of my mother and Sebastian's vengeance by pursuing Claire somehow managed to spark an opposite reaction in me. So now that I am home, I have left my phone in the living room on vibrate. The only sound comes from Pedro's collar as he runs around my feet

** Julio and I have an engaging conversation during the drive to coffee with Alejandro. It's just innocent conversation to calm my nerves—yes, I am nervous. Before at my office, I was completely in control of the situation with Sebastian. But now? I can't stop tapping my feet while staring anxiously out of the window. It seems like hours to get to this restaurant for coffee, but really, it's just my impatience. When the car stops, we are parked in front of a structure that is heavily inspired by Spanish architecture. Briefly, I think of Sebastian's mansion and the similarities it shares to it, but I force myself to stop with the thoughts of him for once. Right now, I'm here for me. Alejandro offered me a lot of money to help promote this event him and his family want to host; th

** I can't take much of the meeting any longer after the outburst that Sebastian had. After Lucas' embarrassing attempt and regulation and enduring the awkward silence, I excuse myself politely before exiting the conference room to go look for Sarah and Sebastian. I have no idea what I'm going to say when I see them. More specifically, I have no idea what I'm going to say to Sebastian once I see him. For the last couple of days, I have been set on my thoughts about him; I've hated him and his ridiculously arrogant and rude behavior towards me. But his small little slip up has managed to change everything. Walking down the hall at a quickened pace, I stop immediately when I see Sarah giving Sebastian frantic hand gestures in an empty conference room. And instea

**I've been coaching myself to get over it.We called it. We're done. We won't try anymore, and I should get over it. So, that's what I'm doing by sitting in my apartment and eating Oreos. The GQ photoshoot is this afternoon, meaning I need to get there before the guest of honor gets there. Am I getting dressed? Nope. Apparently, watching Say Yes to the Dress (again) while eating fattening cookies is more important.Pedro is sitting by my foot, staring up at me with a wide-eyed look. I feel as if he's judging me for indulging in sweets instead of doing my job.That, or he wants an Oreo."Don't give me that look," I say to him. "I'm over it. I've cried my tea

** JULY. I have learned many things about the Quintanilla's since I began working closely with them about three weeks ago. One: they love to live a lavish lifestyle, which means lavish dinners, expensive trips, parties and the materialistic possessions to show for it—sports cars, mansions, private jets, yachts and of course the gifts. Lots and lots of gifts. It started off with simple gift cards to Bath and Body Works or Target or Nordstrom—something I could accept. But then they became bold and moved on to sending me $2,000 Saint Laurent handbags, $700 Christian Louboutin heels, and the icing on the cake: an exclusive invite to Barcelona to spend a week with them at their multi-million-dollar villa.