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“I think you don’t know what bologna is.”

“What?” Emily snapped. She had no idea what that meant,

and she didn’t like the easy way a complete stranger could

make her feel like nothing at all. She decided she had to play

along, given that she’d already come in here and made a total

mess of things. “What’s bologna?” She snorted when Dani’s

smile died. “I’m kidding. I know what it is, but what does it

have to do with anything?”

“Because rich people eat stea

k. You probably never had a

peanut butter and jelly sandwich in your life either.”

“Why not? It’s my favorite. What do you think we eat?

Bricks of gold between gold-coated bread with gold-dusted

sauce?”

“Maybe not gold,” Dani said, willing to play along, “but if

you inserted online currency or something…”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Okay, if you’re done making fun of

me, then I’ll get to the point. The point is, I don’t want to be a

lawyer. My mom is an artist, but she refuses to help me. My

dad doesn’t even see me. Neither of them knows who I am—”

“Poor you,” Dani cut in. She sounded bored. “I’m sure

they’re terrible and I’m sure it’s truly awful for you, being

their daughter and living your life. I’m sure they’re horrible,

since they want you to have the best education and probably

the best of everything else.”

“That can’t substitute for love,” Emily snapped.

Who was this freaking woman who thought she could just

sit there and stab pins into her for no reason, knowing nothing

about her or her life? Dani could make all the assumptions in

the world about her, but that didn’t make it true. What it did