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.”

The reality TV show is going to fund my life,” I explain, circling back to

the check. “And if you don’t get the

of my mimosa. “Then I guess we’ll have to go on that

* * *

Well. That sucked.

so not supposed to eff up that interview. I was supposed to be classy and smart and current. I was supposed

was a bumbling

A complete disaster.

pitched. I thought the show would entail me making over some mansion in the Hollywood Hills, not designing the interior for a cabin in the woods. My ideas were all

At all. I couldn’t be less suited for

saw some of the work you did in the last Seattle City magazine, and it was gorgeous, which is why

you for your time. I know I don’t have experience with this sort of design and would

wish this show was a better fit

pinned all of my hopes on this,