Page 17 of The Reverse Cinderella

“What was the kiss like?”

Piaget smiled dreamily as she remembered. “Promising.”

“That’s an interesting way to describe a kiss.”

“That’s what it was. A whisper of a promise of something more. Something good.”

“Oh boy, she’s spouting poetry,” Dix licked the straw before dipping it back into the smoothie. “You’re half in love with this guy already.”

“I am not,” Piaget denied. She picked a cranberry out of the muffin and ate it. “I really like him though.”

“Hmmm,” Dix grunted. “Why are you here so early?”

Piaget explained this morning’s fiasco and Dix laughed.

“I stand corrected. You are not in love, you’re in lust,” Dix stood up. “Sure, grab an apron. We’ll do some extra cleaning today so you can fill a few hours. The boss won’t mind.”

Piaget tied on her apron and grabbed some cleaning cloths with a spray bottle. “What do I do about Max?”

“Make your dreams into reality.”

Piaget rolled her eyes. “Very helpful.”

“I am,” Dix said sweetly. “Now get to work.”