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unsophisticated. “Will do! Thanks, Bernard.”
    The second Bernard left, Savannah hurried to the table,
snatched up the envelope and opened it. This was the first piece of
communication they’d ever had from their father. Her heart pounded. Of course,
she was more looking forward to meeting him in person, but this was better than
nothing.
    Her sisters gathered around her, and she unfolded the letter,
admiring the elegant script and reading out loud:

    “Dear Peyton, Courtney and Savannah,
    I’m sorry I wasn’t able to greet you upon your arrival. I had an
urgent meeting, and I don’t know how long it’s going to run. I will be by as
soon as it is over.
    We will be going to dinner tonight at 7:30 p.m. before the
Fourth of July party at Myst in the hotel, so please use this time to get ready.
I am sure you have much unpacking and settling in to do. In case you need to
reach me, my personal cell number is (702) 555-2688. I live next door in condo
7500, so this one is your own. I hope you find it to your liking.
    Sincerely,
    Adrian Diamond
    PS: The credit cards are yours. Feel free to use them for
whatever you would like.”
    Savannah frowned and placed the letter down on the table. It
wasn’t the warm greeting she’d hoped for, but at least he’d promised he would be
by soon. Her head spun at the notion that she would be meeting her father
today—and that he was the Adrian Diamond. This had
to be a dream, or a parallel universe, or something fantastical. If it were a dream, she was determined to enjoy it until she woke
up.
    Noticing the black American Express cards again, she picked up
the one with her name on its bottom-left corner. Was this for real? She’d heard
of these before, because famous people had them, and now she was holding one
with her name on it. The card was cool against her
skin, like it was made out of metal instead of plastic, and it was thick and
heavy, so it didn’t bend like a normal credit card. Would it even slide through
a swipe machine? She hit it against her palm, surprised by the echo of the
metal. Rock-solid, it felt indestructible.
    “I wonder what the limit is on these,” Courtney mused, picking
up hers and examining the back.
    “Limit?” Savannah threw her hair over her shoulder and held the
card up higher, admiring how it gleamed under the light. “We flew here on a
private jet. I doubt there’s a limit.”
    Courtney pressed her lips together, as if Savannah had said
something wrong. “Maybe not, but no matter what the limit is, it’s not our
money. We’ll ask Adrian about our budget once he gets here.”
    Leave it to Courtney to suck the fun out of the situation. If
she couldn’t see the possibilities in an unlimited credit card, maybe Peyton
could. But Peyton’s blue eyes looked like they were about to burst into
flames.
    “All it takes is a stupid credit card and a dumb letter, and
you’ve forgotten how Adrian has ignored us until now.” Peyton stomped to a small
trash can and dropped her card inside. It hit the metal with a resounding clang.
“He hasn’t even bothered to meet us yet. I won’t take his bribe money—I have
more dignity than that.”
    Whatever that meant. Savannah exhaled, rescued the card from
the trash (luckily it was the only thing in there) and slid it in her back
pocket so Peyton couldn’t try to toss it again. Peyton and Courtney were
bringing everything down. She wished Evie were here. Unlike Courtney and Peyton,
Evie would see the potential in what she could buy with an unlimited credit
card.
    Savannah ran her thumbs over the raised lettering on her card’s
metallic surface, amazed she was seeing her name on
a black American Express. In his letter, Adrian had
said they could use the credit cards for whatever they wanted, and Savannah
planned on doing just that. Finally she could get her boring, dark blond hair
highlighted, and maybe get extensions to make it thicker and prettier than
Courtney’s. She could buy pigmented high-quality