A Sham

Sarah

I was finishing getting ready when the doorbell rang, and I deduced it was Enrico because he had suggested a "romantic" dinner tonight at a trendy restaurant that was quite popular among the rich and famous.

He wanted us to be seen in public, and preferably, the press would release photos of us together, in a romantic atmosphere, because that way he could grab Rachel's attention.

I didn't refuse to do what he wanted for several reasons, one of which was knowing that it wouldn't bother my sister at all, and because I really wanted to leave the house, do something different, as since I arrived in London, my life has been limited to work and home.

Hillary didn't like going out and would trade any outing for a tub of ice cream, a bowl of popcorn, and TV. It didn't mat