Chapter 32: A New Adventure

Apparently, I overestimated my packing abilities when I told Orlando I could be done in half an hour. When the car pulls up the following morning at five-thirty on the dot, I'm still frantically shoving clothes and shoes into my rolling suitcase. I only remember my toiletries bag as I'm rushing out the door, but I guess that's better than forgetting it altogether. Early flights are the work of the devil.

Still, as exhausted and frazzled as I am, it's impossible to be in a bad mood. I'm going to L.A. with Orlando, and that's all that matters. Most people would probably call me crazy - and they'd be right. We've only known each other a couple of weeks. Not to mention the fact that he's a celebrity, and we both know he can do much better than me. He'll probably dump me the first time some gorgeous young supermodel bats her eyelashes in his direction. But I can't resist the pull of him. I have to see this through, one way or another. Even if I end up with my heart broken.