“Kamila.” Asha shook her head in wonder. “I honestly never thought it was possible that you could fall so hard. I should have known the queen of casual was actually the biggest, most romantic, feeling-y person around. I mean, you’re a hopeless romantic with your friends and in your movie choices. I’ve just never seen it in your relationships before.”

Kamila frowned. “Feeling-y? Is that a word?”

“Shush. Let it be known I think you should tell him how you feel. But I get it. This is your family. If you think it would be too destructive, I’ll respect that and leave you be. Three or four more Bollywood Heartbreak Recovery by Eating Ice Cream nights and you’ll be good as new.”

Kamila doubted it would be that easy to get over him. This was Rohan Nasser.

After a few more Potato snuggles, Kamila left him with the attendant. She had an idea as they were making their way back to the main hall. There was no reason she had to lose both Rohan and Potato at the same time.

“Asha, what if I adopted Potato?”

“You want another dog?”

Kamila smiled. This was a perfect idea. “Why not? Dad is moving. Darcy and I will be lonely at home. Maybe ‘Heartbreak Recovery by Getting a Puppy’ is the answer.”

Asha grinned. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.” She pulled out her phone. “Derek, the adoption coordinator, isn’t here yet, but I’m telling him to put a hold on the beige puppy for you. I know your application will go through fine.”

Kamila smiled. This going after what she wanted was easier than she thought it would be.

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

The puppy prom started out as a rousing success. The lively Bollywood dance hits accompanied by a cacophony of barking and howling dogs were the perfect soundtrack to the boisterous canine activities and delicious food for both humans and dogs. The pups loved the dog dance lessons, and the humans especially appreciated the photo booth made to look like a mehndi tent with Indian accessory photo props for both people and pets. Asha proclaimed it to be the best puppy prom yet, outshining even last year’s fancy tea party.

But all through it, Kamila was on edge. It was harder to put on her happy, not-an-emotional-wreck face than it was yesterday. Probably because all she could think about was Dad’s meeting with Rohan. She was looking, probably forlornly, at the plate of momos, when someone tapped her arm. She grinned when she saw who it was. “Jana! You made it! And you brought…Anil?”

“I wanted to see the famous dog prom in person,” he said.