PAULINA ROSTAKOVA’S ADVENTURES
AUGUST 14
11:22 a.m.
Paris, City of Love
Had to stop writing in midexplanation of what happened when my father suddenly appeared in my hotel room. Which is also Dixon’s hotel room, and since he was having a long shower to try to . . . Wait. Let me do this in the correct order. Man, that foreshadowing stuff is insidious.
“That’s going to make the gag reel,” I heard Tabby say when I clutched my pink skirt and tried to ralph up my guts.
“Literally,” Sam agreed.
“Good god! Are you drunk or ill?” Roger said, doing a fast sidestep to get out of the way.
Dixon, a man of fast reflexes, not only moved out of the danger zone but also had the presence of mind to gather up my veil and hold it back so it didn’t fall into the mess.
“Sorry,” I said when my stomach
