Chapter Eleven
“Are you okay?” Allison asked, peering closely at Stacey. “You look like you’re going to barf.”
“I just—just don’t feel well all of a sudden,” Stacey replied lamely.
Her sister leaned across the table and put the back of her hand against Stacey’s forehead and frowned. “You feel clammy. You should get to bed before you get sick or something. I don’t want to catch anything.”
Stacey couldn’t even be annoyed by her sister thinking only of herself again. Instead, she merely nodded and stood up. She felt extremely dizzy as the newspaper stared back up at her. Charlie, posing with what was probably another billionaire, hadn’t magically vanished or changed to someone else. It was really him.
“I’m gonna take this,” Stacey said and crumpled it in her hands before Allison even ans
