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about a million pictures of him on Melanie’s phone having a Turkish mud bath. They’re having a blazing fight in the front parking lot.
    “What the HELL, Mel?” he yells, and covers his eyes.
    She grabs on to his jacket and tries to get herself into his line of sight.
    “No! No, he said it would be a nice thing—some nice photos of … of …”
    “Of you in your underwear?” Simon is looking at her now, but not in the way she wants, I’d imagine—more like he’s wondering whether she’s gone insane.
    “He said it was for
us
!” she pleads. “I was going to show you! Like a prewedding gift! I didn’t know he would send … He must have taken my phone.” Her eyes dart upward.
    At the top of the main entrance door, one floor up, there is an enclosed stone balcony. Jamie’s leaning casually on the ledge. He gives Melanie a wave and a grin and holds up a phone.
Her
phone. He presses a few buttons, and there’s a short delay before Simon’s phone beeps. He looks at the message.
    “Jesus Christ, not another one!” He looks at it. “Topless?”
    Mel is sobbing now. “He … He said it was arty,” she says miserably.
    Jamie then tosses the phone from the balcony and Melanie puts her hands out to catch it. She misses and it lands on the gravel. The screen is completely smashed. She scrambles to pick it up and then turns it over and gives a little cry. The case—a “pacifically designed” one, as she put it, featuring a picture of her and Simon and inscribed
M & S 4eva
in gold—has a long crack through it.
    “Okay,” Simon says, gearing himself up. “Okay. I’m going to talk to him.” He strides purposefully along the gravel and through the reception door.
    Melanie whimpers weakly. No one else can think of anything to say.
    A minute later he strides purposefully out again.
    “Where are the stairs?”

Chapter 10
    “Oh man! That was crazy. Pretty funny, though,” says Andreas as we head back to the restaurant.
    I don’t say anything. It’s not funny at all to me, and I’m feeling that familiar wave of cold panic. The thing I felt for weeks after Kieran. I think it’s finally gone, and then something reminds me. I look quickly at Dan to see if he’s noticed my reaction. He looks concerned.
Please don’t let him know,
I pray silently.
    “Hilaire!” says a girl’s voice followed by giggling, and I realize that two girls who aren’t waitresses are here as well. They have their hair piled on top of their heads, and one has a real Prada bag slung over her shoulder, so they must be guests. My mom has one of those, and it’s her prize possession. She won’t even let me borrow it because she says I’ll stretch it. I’m not exactly sure how she thinks I would do that. These two girls look only about fourteen, though.They seem like they’re searching for someone and disappear through to the courtyard while we head to the restaurant.
    When I go out onto the terrace to clear some tables, they appear again, walking through the arches, clearly having tracked down the person they were looking for.
    They break into a bouncing run toward another girl sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest on the low stone wall that goes around the terrace. She’s tiny and delicate, probably what people would call waiflike, with long, wavy blond hair under a huge floppy white hat, which makes her look even smaller. She has huge sunglasses on too, so only a tiny bit of her face is actually visible. The other two spring up to her in a flurry of excitement.
    “Omigod, Jay’s so hilaire! You’ll
nahver
guess, Dez.”
    She frowns at them and says, in a sweet, tinkling voice, “My brother’s a dick.” Then her head snaps to the side and she looks straight at me. I realize that I’ve stopped next to the table I’m clearing and I am just watching them. She tilts her head forward so that the sunglasses fall onto her nose. “What?”
    I hurriedly start clearing the glasses. She’s got the same deep brown eyes as