The Secret Diamond Sisters by Michelle Madow Read Free Book Online Page B

Diamond sisters?”
    “Infamous?” Savannah asked. “I’m one of the Diamond sisters,
but I didn’t know we were infamous.”
    “I’m kidding.” He laughed. “There’s just been some talk about
you three, and everyone’s been curious to meet you.”
    “Oh, okay.” Savannah knew Adrian Diamond was well-known, but
she hadn’t realized that meant people would talk about her and her sisters, too.
“Who’s everyone?”
    “Just some of us who go to the Goodman School,” he said. “A few
of us live here and in nearby condos. Your dad made a donation for the school’s
new sports center, and the talk is you’ll be attending in the fall.”
    Savannah had hoped her mom would get better before the end of
summer so she wouldn’t have to start her sophomore year with total strangers.
She bit her lower lip, trying to figure out how to reply in a way that wouldn’t
make her sound clueless. “We haven’t talked with our dad about school yet.”
    Well, they hadn’t talked to their dad at all yet, but Damien
didn’t have to know that. And Savannah hadn’t realized that donations—or any
payments—were necessary to go to school. At Fairfield High, new kids just signed
up on their first day.
    “Too bad,” Damien said. “You’ll have to let me know when you
find out. But you’ll be at the Fourth of July party at Myst tonight, right?”
    “Yes.” Savannah breathed a sigh of relief at the mention of
something she knew a little bit about. That was the place Adrian had mentioned
in his note. “Have you been there before?”
    “Been there before...” He repeated her question, lingering on
every syllable. “Of course I’ve been there before. It’s the hottest new club on
the Strip. And it’s the best, just like everything else at the Diamond.”
    “Then I can’t wait to check it out tonight,” she said, proud of
how cool and collected she sounded. Maybe just being in Vegas would shape her into the Savannah Diamond she dreamed of
becoming. Perhaps a talent agent would discover her, and then her dreams of
being a pop star would come true.
    “You’ll have fun.” He sounded confident, like it was impossible
for her to not enjoy herself. “A bunch of us are going to dinner before the
party. You three should come.”
    “We can’t.” Peyton crossed her arms and glared at Damien, as if
he were doing something to seriously piss her off. What was her problem?
    Damien ignored her and turned back to Savannah.
    “We already have dinner plans with our dad,” Savannah
explained, the word dad feeling alien coming from
her lips. “Otherwise I would go. But we’ll be at Myst afterwards.”
    “I’ll find you there, then,” he said. “My friends and I will be
on the third floor—it’s VIP—but I’m sure that’s where you’ll be, too.”
    “Right.” Savannah tried to act unfazed, even though she’d never
been VIP for anything before. But obviously they would be VIP here, since
Adrian—their dad—owned the building. Well, buildings. “Does the club let
everyone in? I’m not eighteen yet, so I hope that won’t be a problem....”
    “Not eighteen?” Damien faked disbelief in a fun, joking way to
let her know he’d already figured that out. “Really?”
    “Really.” Savannah laughed. “I’m fifteen.”
    “And the rest of you?” He looked at Courtney and Peyton.
    “Sixteen,” Courtney answered, sounding like she wanted to be
anywhere but here. Savannah wished she could at least pretend to be
interested.
    “And you?” he asked Peyton.
    “Nineteen,” she lied, crossing her arms and giving Damien a
stare of death, as if she were daring him to contradict her. Damien didn’t
bother. Instead he looked back at Savannah, his eyes gleaming with the knowledge
that Peyton was lying.
    Savannah couldn’t believe the attention he was giving her.
“She’s seventeen,” she whispered conspiratorially.
    “Same as me,” Damien said. “But thanks for the honesty. I like
that in a girl.” He paused to