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CoraWe eat in silence. Well, not really in silence because we're devouring our burgers like we've been starving for days. I find Alessandro smirking as he looks at me. "What?" I demand."Your face is a mess," he says."So? It's a burger. It's supposed to be messy.""Colt's face isn't a mess. Neither is mine."I narrow my eyes. "Are you calling me a pig?""No. Of course not," he says with another smirk."You're lucky that all I want to do is sit here and finish my burger, or else I'd have to introduce your jaw to my fist."Alessandro chuckles. "You really think you can take me?""No," I say.That makes him laugh again."Well, I know the real way to eat a burger," I say. "And that is as messy as possible. So you two are in the wrong." I roll my eyes. "Rich people."Colt's eyes move from me to Alessandro. "I'm really glad you two are getting along again."My eyes meet Alessandro's. He gives me a small smile, which I return.Then he puts down his burger and points to his chin. "You've go

CoraWhen I'm all packed, I make my way downstairs and to the boys' dorm. Colt isn't here and neither is the car. For a second, I wonder if I dreamed the whole thing, but then I catch him opening the door to the boys' dorm, a backpack slung over one shoulder."Hey." I wave.He smiles brightly. "Hey."I don't see even a glimpse of the dark emotions I saw before. Maybe this trip to New York is exactly what he needs.He swings an arm over my shoulder. "The car should be here soon. What do you say, Cora? Excited?""Totally. I've never been to New York City before."His jaw falls open. "You've never been to New York City?"I laugh lightly. "Is it a crime?"Colt starts singing New York, New York by Frank Sinatra, making me laugh. Some of the passing girls stop walking and stare at Colt, longing in their eyes. Then their gazes move to mine, and they look like they want to claw my eyes out.I lean forward and whisper in his ear, "I think they want to scratch my face."Colt glances at them. "T

CoraWe're led by a hotel staff member all the way to the top floor, to their most luxurious suite. That same uncomfortable feeling pricks me from all over, but I try to shove it away. Maybe Colt is right and I should just let loose and have fun. Who knows if I'll ever get to experience this again? Colt might be spending money on me, but he's gaining something from me in return. Companionship. I know my being with him makes him feel better.My jaw nearly hits the floor when I take in our suite. Holy hell, I can't even begin to describe it. From the main area with a huge TV and sofas, to the many spacious rooms, the polished furniture and soft carpeting. There's even a kitchen area. I feel like I'm in a dream."Pick whatever room you want," Colt tells me.Every room has a large window with a view of the beautiful city. There's a great view from the main area, too, and there's even a balcony. I choose a room, my head once again spinning. This is a room fit for a princess. A huge bed in

CoraThe Lion King is amazing. Colt and I can't stop gushing over it as we make our way out of the theater, with our merchandise. We bought T-shirts and the cast recording, which we'll listen to on the way back home."In another life, maybe I would be an actor on stage," Colt says. "You know, if I could actually sing and dance and my acting didn't suck.""And the girls would go nuts after you," I joke. "Are you calling the car?""Car? Hell no. We're taking the subway."I laugh. "Look at you. You're one of the normal people now."He laughs, too. "Don't get used to it," he says as we get into the station. This time the train is packed and we have to stand, squished with all the other passengers and clutching onto the poles like we're scared we'll die."I take it back," Colt mutters. "I don't like the subway."When we emerge from the station, I ask, "What's on the schedule for the rest of the day?""We'll rest up in the hotel and then I have a surprise for you.""Really? You're not going

CoraAbout time for these damn meetings to end. Father travels to D.C. for more meetings, but I'm done with this crap. Instead of taking the car back home, I ask the driver to head to New York City. It's only about a two or three hour ride from Philly. Hopefully, I'll make it in time to join Colt and Cora at Rockefeller Center. He told me he wanted to surprise her with ice skating. Can't wait to see the look on her face.Father didn't say anything to me about Cora. Not sure if I should be worried or relieved. I'm pretty sure he knows we went to Mom and Grandma's graves together. Maybe that's why he didn't say anything, because he didn't want to mention either of them.I can't remember the last time he discussed either of them with me. The memories start to flood my mind. I was such a mess when Mom died, but at least I had Grandma. But when she died, I felt alone. Even though my dad stood right next to me at her funeral, I knew right then that I would have to go through the loss all by