Chapter 7. { Fiorella }
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"Maybe this Emrys will see the tabloids and put two and two together?” she suggests.
“I don’t think so.” Wouldn’t that be nice? It would save me the trouble of having to track him down. Unless he doesn’t want anything to do with me or the baby. Then he’d lay low. “He didn’t know who I was.”
“Hmm.” She clucks her tongue, thinking.
“I’ll hire someone.” My hand stops rubbing my belly as I look down at the small bump. I find out what I’m having soon. In all my days of dreaming about having a baby I never thought I wouldn’t know how to find the father. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be happily married. I should be fighting with him about what s*x the baby is going to be. Instead I’m alone but still excited about tomorrow. It feels wrong to find out without him. I think I’ll tell them I don’t want to know the s*x of the baby for now. At least that’s one problem solved.
“This is good, Fiorella. I think this might have been the only thing to get you to quit modeling.”
“I have to work.” She has been trying to get me to quit for a couple of years now. I’ve made a ton of money. I never went to college and models don’t have a long shelf life. So I’ve worked my butt off and saved my money.
“No you don’t.” She rolls her eyes at me. “You won’t retire because you’re stubborn. If you say any differently then I’ll call you a liar face. Didn’t you get tagged the highest paid supermodel in the world?”
I shrug. “I can’t sit around all day and do nothing.”
“I think you’ve got something to do now.” She looks down to my stomach. Touché. I think I now have more than I can handle.
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