CHAPTER 39
VIOLET
Seven p.m., and Mikki was rooting through the refrigerator, throwing out anything that contained aspartame and seemingly oblivious to all the damage she’d caused earlier. If you opened up the dictionary on the word “self-absorbed,” it would have a picture of Mikki next to it, probably carrying a designer purse and wearing an indecently short skirt.
“What time is Dawson coming back?” Lucas whispered.
“Late. I warned him that David threatened to drop by and check up on us.”
“David might be a great director, but if I’d realised what a control freak he was, I’d have passed on this project.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if Mikki wasn’t here too.”
She had a hedgehog of a personality—okay if you stroked it in the right direction, but one wrong move and you’d get spiked. And now
