“Or maybe you’re not,” she says.
“What do you mean?”
“Think about everything that’s happened since your dad left. There’s no way you’re the same person that you were then. And maybe he’s been through stuff that’s changed him too. You guys just have to get to know each other again.”
“If he marries Ellie, that might never happen. You should have heard him today, Marisol. If Ellie proposes, I know he’ll say yes.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, and I’m shocked to realize that even she’s stumped by the whole situation. The fact that Marisol, who always has an encouraging word or bit of advice, sounds defeated makes me feel even worse.
“I wish you could have come down here with me,” I say. “This vacation would have been a ton better with you around.”
“But then you’d be working all the time and I’d be lounging by the pool all day. I’d be so bored.”
“Oh yeah,” I say with a snort. “That sounds horrible. Poor you.”
She laughs. “Anyway, if talking to your dad didn’t work, maybe you should try talking to Ellie.”
“That won’t be awkward. ‘Hey, Ellie. Can you get your claws out of my dad so I can hang out with him?’”
“It’s either that or things stay the same,” she says.
Ugh. She’s right. I guess I’ll have to swallow my mortification and give it a try.
•••
When I get to Ellie’s office in the morning, I’m about to knock on the half-open door. Then I hear her voice inside, sounding surprisingly angry, and I freeze.
“But what about Caleb?” she says. “What am I supposed to tell him?” She’s quiet for a minute like she’s on the phone, and then she says, “He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to be with you. And now I’m supposed to tell him that his father would rather take on a new project than spend time with him?”
Another long pause and finally she sighs and says, “All right. I’ll think of something to tell him. But I hope you realize what you’re doing. That boy idolizes you, and you’re just throwing him away the way you threw away our relationship.” Then she slams down the phone.
I stand there like a statue for a minute, digesting what I heard. Caleb seems convinced that his father is an amazing guy, but maybe Ellie is the one who’s really on his side.
As I’m trying to decide if I should run away or knock and do what I came here to do, I hear Ellie get out of her chair and cross the room. If she takes one more step toward me, she’ll see me standing here. So I quickly pound on the door, like I can’t wait to talk to her.
“Oh, Rachel!” she says in surprise as she appears in the doorway. “Come in. Sit down.” She shows me into her office, which is tiny and littered with empty iced-coffee cups. Not exactly the neat and perfect workspace I was expecting.
“What an interesting necklace!” Ellie says when I’m slumped into the chair opposite hers. The anger in her voice is gone, like it was never there.
“Um, thanks.” I finger the horrible horse necklace that’s somehow even heavier and more terrifying than it was yesterday. I really didn’t want to put it on this morning, but I was afraid Taylor would be offended if I didn’t.
“So what can I do for you?” she asks.
Just be Ava, I tell myself. No, I haven’t developed multiple personalities, but Ava is a whole lot better at talking to people than I am. I could use her boost of confidence right now.
“I wanted to talk to you,” I squeak. I go to spout the words I rehearsed in the shower this morning, but instead I find myself saying, “It’s about me working so much.” Wait. Where did that come from?
“Ah.” She leans back in her chair. “I was afraid this might happen. You know, when I first started working here, I had a hard time fitting in too. But eventually, I made some friends and it all started to come together. Just be yourself and people will realize how lovely you really are.”
I stare at her. “Actually,” I say, “the people here like me just fine. In fact, I think this is the most popular I’ve ever been.” I realize as I say it how snotty that sounds, but come on. Why did Ellie have to assume that the other girls think I’m a loser?
“Oh,” she says. “So what’s the problem?”
“I wanted to make sure you’re looking for someone to take my job. You said I’d be at the café for a couple of days, and it’s been three.”
“Well, to be honest with you, Rachel, it’s been hard to find someone. But I’m looking, I promise. And if we can’t find someone by next week, the café will just manage without you, okay?”
I let out a long sigh of relief. “Thank you.” If I have to spend my whole vacation working, not only will I never have time to reconnect with Dad, but I’ll feel even more cheated.
Ellie looks at her watch. “Do you mind if I send you off to the café? The morning rush should be starting soon.”
“No, wait!”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “What’s the matter?”
Just say it, I tell myself. Just casually bring it up and see what she says. “I need to ask you something else…about my dad.”
Her face relaxes. “Of course. I could talk about your father all day.” Since I’ve heard how much she talks, I don’t doubt it.
I clear my throat. “Well, I’ve been trying to convince him that we should go to Disney for a few days, but he never has any time.”
“He’s been so busy at work—”
“It’s not just that! It’s…it’s you!” I blurt out. “With your date nights and your pizza and stuff. How am I supposed to hang out with him when you’re taking up all his time?” So much for being casual.
Ellie gives me a long look. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Rachel. Of course I don’t want to come between you and your father, but we’re going to be family soon. Don’t you think we should get used to sharing him?”
But I don’t want to share him! my brain screams. Not all the time, anyway. “I’ve been planning this trip to Disney with him since I was little,” I say. “I’ve come all this way. It has to happen.”
I can hear how desperate my voice sounds, and I guess it must get through to Ellie because she finally says, “You’re right. If you want to go to Disney, then we’ll go to Disney.”
Oh my goldfish. Why does she have to always assume that she’s invited to everything? Can’t I have even one day alone with my dad?
“Wait!” Ellie adds, sitting up in her seat. “It would be the perfect spot! Why didn’t I think of it before? I mean, Disney is supposed to be the most magical place on earth.”
“Perfect spot for what?” I say.
“For me to propose to your father!” she says.
All I can do is stare at her, my breath frozen in my chest like it’s been glued there.
“Don’t say a word to him, okay? I want it to be a complete surprise.” She checks her watch again. “Oops! It’s getting late. We don’t want to leave Carrie and Taylor all alone during the rush, do we?” She shoos me toward the door. “Don’t worry, Rachel. Just leave all the planning to me,” Ellie adds, giving me a little wink before she shuts the door in my face.
Chapter 15
While Taylor is eating lunch and Carrie is checking stock in the back, I sneak under the counter and grab the Gossip File. At this point, I’m desperate. There has to be something in here that can help me break up my dad and Ellie.
As the thought forms in my head, I realize that as bad as it sounds, that’s exactly what I have to do. I can’t let Ellie ruin everything. My dad can’t be happy with her when he never jokes around and works all the time and does what she wants every second of the day. Once Ellie is out of his life, I’ll be able to get my old dad back.
I flip through the notes, trying to make sense of things like: “Girl in purple with blue icing,” and slogging my way through boring stuff like “Kai got
to the smoothie stand at 8:05 a.m., two minutes later than yesterday.” I think Harriet the Spy would be a little disappointed.
I try to find more things about Ellie, but there’s nothing useful except for what I saw last time about her not being what she seems.
I’m just about to slam the book shut in frustration when something catches my eye under a section titled “Amir.”
“Ellie dumped Amir today. She waited until his shift at FP Sushi ended, and then she gave him the ring back in front of everyone. He begged her to change her mind, but she said that his kids were a deal breaker.”
The entry is dated last August, almost exactly a year ago.
Oh my goldfish. Does this mean Ellie was engaged to someone else at the resort? “FP Sushi” has to mean Four Palms Sushi. I scan the rest of the Amir notes, but there’s nothing else except one mention of his twin sons.
My head is pounding as I shove the Gossip File under the counter. Then I head to the back of the café and peek my head into the storeroom.
“What are we ever going to do with ten pounds of granola?” Carrie says with a laugh, pointing to a giant container in the corner. “I’m pretty sure that stuff’s been here as long as I’ve been alive. Maybe we should have thrown it into the sinkhole.”
“Hey, Carrie,” I say. “Do you know a guy named Amir?”
She thinks for a second. “You mean Amir who works at the sushi place? I think he’s the manager or something.”
“Yes!” I say. “He’s still there?”
“I think so. I think I’ve only met him a couple of times.” Her brow furrows. “I think he was dating Ellie for a while. But who cares about that, right?”
“No. I want to hear more about it.”
“I’m not really the person to ask. If you want the dirt on the whole thing, why not just ask Amir?”
It’s my turn to laugh. “Yeah, right. I can’t ask a total stranger about his ex-girlfriend.”
Carrie shrugs. “I guess that would be awkward.”
And yet…what choice do I have? Maybe if I can find out what happened between Ellie and Amir, it’ll help me figure out what to do. At this point, I don’t know if I can save my vacation, but at least I can still save my dad.
•••
As I’m leaving the cafe, my phone rings. It’s Evan.
“Hey, Booger Crap,” he says when I answer. I can actually hear him grinning. “How are things going?”
“Um, okay,” I say, which feels like a lie. There’s so much to tell him that I don’t even know where to start. “I’m not sure about my dad and Ellie, but otherwise things are good.”
“What happened?” he says.
“She, um…I think she’s going to ask him to marry her…at Disney.”
Evan sucks in a breath. “Really? Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“But that’s not so bad, right?” he says. “I mean, your mom found someone new too. And your parents are almost divorced.”
“You don’t understand. Ellie’s… She wants everything to be some bizarro version of perfect. She pretends that family is the most important thing to her, but I just found out she dumped a guy last year because of his kids. You should see how she is, always telling my dad what to do, taking over his whole life. If my dad marries her, I might never see the real him again!”
“So what are you going to do?” Evan knows me well enough by now to guess that I won’t sit by and do nothing.
“What I always do,” I say, chuckling. “Fumble around doing stupid things until I make a total mess.”
Evan doesn’t laugh. Instead, he says, “I know you want to help, but be careful.”
He’s right. I’ve learned my lesson about sneaky schemes, but I need to do something to help my dad. Otherwise, I might lose him forever.
“I will,” I tell Evan.
But as I hang up, I realize that I can’t afford to be careful, not when I only have ten days left to get my dad to see the truth about Ellie.
Instead of heading to my room, I go over to Four Palms Sushi. It’s pretty empty since it’s still early, so it doesn’t take me long to find Amir talking to one of the sushi chefs. I hover in the corner until he’s done and then force myself to go over. Pretend you’re Ava, I tell myself. She’ll know what to say.
“Amir?” I ask.
“Yes?”
“Hi, I’m um…doing a story for my school paper about romance in the workplace. Could I interview you?” For some reason, I find myself doing a cheesy reporter voice.
His forehead wrinkles. “Why do you want to interview me?”
“Well, I heard you were engaged to someone who works here, but she dumped you because of your kids.” Smooth, Rachel. Way to pour salt on his wounds.
“Who told you that?”
“Oh, um, someone in the kitchen. Anyway, is it true? What happened between you two?”
Amir blinks at me for a second. “I’d really rather not talk about it,” he says. “She’s happy now. That’s all that matters.”
“You want Ellie to be happy? Even after she dumped you?”
“She didn’t dump me,” he says. “It was a mutual agreement.”
“But I heard—”
“People here love to gossip,” he says, “but believe me, I cared about Ellie a great deal. I still do. I think she’s a wonderful person. We just weren’t right for each other, that’s all.”
“Why, because she tried to change your family so it would be her idea of perfect?” The bitterness in my voice surprises me. I keep telling myself that the worst thing about Ellie is that she’s making my dad act like a different person, but it doesn’t help that she seems to be trying to change both of us. Clearly, my dad and I aren’t good enough the way we are.
Amir’s face darkens. “Things were easier when my sons weren’t with me,” he admits. “They live with their mother half the time. When they were visiting, it was harder to make things work. But if Ellie and I had stayed together, I’m sure we would have figured it out eventually.”
“But what if you hadn’t? Would you still have married her?” I can’t believe I’m asking this, but I have to know.
“Wait, which school are you doing this interview for?” he says. “It’s summer vacation.”
“It’s for summer school. I, um, failed my journalism class so I’m taking it over again.”
He flashes me a doubtful look and says, “I think those are enough questions for now.” Then he gives a little nod and rushes away.
“Dad, wait!” I call after him. I clap my hand over my mouth. Holy fried pickles. I just called a complete stranger “Dad”!
Everyone in the restaurant stares at me as I run for the door. Guaranteed, rumors will be flying across the resort tomorrow about Amir’s “mystery daughter.” Maybe I should write about that in the Gossip File.
Chapter 16
I expect Ellie to make an excuse to have my dad all to herself that night, so I’m not surprised when she calls me from work a couple hours before we’re supposed to eat.
“Let me guess,” I say. “Something came up and you can’t do dinner?”
Ellie laughs like that’s the most ridiculous idea she’s ever heard. “What? No! I’m just confirming for tonight. How does sushi sound?”
I start to choke. “Sushi?”
“Is that okay? The restaurant at the resort has the best sushi in town.”
“No! That’s great!” Can this really be a coincidence? Or does Ellie already know about my conversation with Amir? But if she does, why on earth would she want us to go there?
“I have to work late tonight, so let’s all just meet at the restaurant at seven thirty. See you in a bit!”
I shake my head as I hang up the phone. What am I supposed to do if Amir talks to me tonight? Do I pretend I don’t know him? Then again, maybe Ellie will a
void talking to him all together since he’s her ex-fiancé. If I’m lucky, he won’t even be there.
A couple hours later, Ellie, Caleb, and I are all standing in the entrance of the restaurant, impatiently tapping our toes. Dad is running late, and Ellie is starting to look really annoyed. Then she glances across the restaurant and her eyes light up.
“Amir!” she calls.
“I thought that was you out here,” he says, coming over with a big smile.
I hide my face with my hand and try my best to blend into the wall, hoping Ellie doesn’t think to introduce us. Luckily, Amir is too busy grinning at her to even notice me standing a few feet away from him.
“Kids,” Ellie says to us, “I’ll be right back.” Then she pulls Amir a few steps away, and they start chatting like old friends. I guess he was telling the truth about still caring about her.
As I watch them laughing together, I wonder if my dad knows that Ellie was engaged before and broke it off. Would knowing that fact change his mind about wanting to marry her one day?
I cross my fingers that Dad will come in as Ellie and Amir are talking. Then I could “helpfully” clue him in about their past relationship. But about thirty seconds before Dad finally rushes in, Amir gives Ellie one last smile and heads past the hostess stand. Ugh. Too late.
As we sit down to dinner, Dad apologizes about ten times for being late. Ellie looks annoyed again, even though a minute ago she was laughing with Amir as if she’d forgotten all about Dad not being on time.
“You know how much I hate tardiness,” she says.
“I know, honey,” Dad says. “At least I let you know I was running late, right?”
Ellie lets out a long sigh. “It’s just…after all the times I’ve been kept waiting in my life…”
I expect her to finish, but she doesn’t. Instead, she shakes her head and looks at the menu.
“Dad never did it on purpose,” Caleb suddenly chimes in.
Ellie glances up. “What was that?”
“You said you were sick of people keeping you waiting. Obviously, you were talking about Dad. But he never wanted to be late. He just had to work.”
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