Falling for the Babysitter

“One day,” I tell her. “But I’m not in a rush, Anna.”

“I know.” She pouts, and for a split second, I feel bad for her. Then I remember she chose this.

As if ignoring my comments about what I want, she launches into a new plan.

“Ohh! Brent can set you up with someone from work and we could have a double date. God, I need a night out.”

She is literally the last woman I know who needs a night out. She sends Nicolette to a fancy-pants preschool, has a private chef and a personal driver.

“No thanks, and I doubt Brent would want to help me,” I snort, thinking about her husband and the way he was condescending when I told him that I wouldn’t be taking my father’s money.

“It’s because you aren’t grounded. Once you have your shit together, a husband, a house, and a 401k, then you and Brent will get along.”

I swirl my mimosa, wondering what planet my sister lives on. I love her, I do. But she’s living in a completely different galaxy.

Anna must sense my irritation because she softens her stance. “Listen, I just care about my little sister. You’re twenty-five and don’t have a plan.”

do have a plan. The reality TV show is going to fund my life,” I explain, circling back to where we

raises her hand and signals for the check. “And

I guess we’ll have to go

* * *

Well. That sucked.

supposed to be classy and smart and current. I was supposed to speak clearly and look

a bumbling mess of

A complete disaster.

making over some mansion in the Hollywood Hills, not designing the interior for a cabin in the woods. My ideas were all wrong. I was thinking gilded tables instead of

had not prepared me for this. At all. I couldn’t be less suited

some of the work you did

tears. “Thank you for your time. I know I don’t have experience with this sort of

wish this show was a better fit for

take a deep breath, wishing I hadn’t pinned all of my hopes on this, and