"I want you at Paradise, a night club in Miami, in one hour. No less. No later. You don't show up on time and you'll never see me again for a private word. Get here."
He's gone.
I place the phone down, knowing already what I have to do.
A dress?
Check, Marisa's packing turned out to be helpful after all.
I pull my hair back, sliding on a pair of pumps as I take in a deep breath.
I've called a cab soon, told that he'll be here to pick me up in three minutes.
As I grab what is left of my Sanskrit and common sense, I head out the door, rushing to the elevator as my heart pounds within my chest.
Somethings could go horribly wrong. Somethings could go right.
But one thing is certain: I'm dumb.
As I hop into the can and say the club's name, all I can focus on are my parents. On their s
