Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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So what she wanted was to never have done it, or, barring that, to at least be able to pretend it away the way she’d pretended past every other inconvenient fact in her life.
Lulu thinks about Bea defending her at that party, being sharp and rude to Jason and then distracting and charming to Oliver. She would never have asked Bea to do those things for her—to take care of Lulu’s messiness instead of leaving her to clean up after herself. But Bea did them anyway, and that’s worth so much that it scares Lulu sometimes. To think that Bea loves her more than she loves her own social status, or her own rules. That Bea just loves her, just because.
I’m not up to anything cool, Lulu sends Bea. I miss your face.
Well feel free to FaceTime me whenever then
I got international data for dayssssssssDon’t answer your phone while you’re skiing please B
Lol never, Bea says. Def no.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
IT FEELS LIKE Cass is giving the days to Lulu like gifts: afternoons on the balcony, or down by the pool while Ryan practices skateboarding and takes pictures. Sometimes Lulu will wander off to the sunlit greenhouse and wait for Cass to come find her. Cass always does, and when she appears in the doorway, Lulu’s heart kicks against her ribs. She’s overcome with the sweetest, hottest ache: that Cass noticed she was missing, and wanted to know where she was.
Work on the property seems to have stalled out for the season. The Hotel looks finished, but there’s nothing in it: no furniture except what Ryan’s brought in for his own personal use. For days and days, nothing changes, and it’s a relief. The days keep getting shorter, sliding into each other so fast sometimes Lulu feels like she can barely keep up, so it’s nice that this one thing has arrested itself for her, just a temporary lacuna where she can sit still.
The tent has been relocated to The Hotel’s lobby. It’s too cold to sleep out of doors anymore. On the day they bring it in, Cass insists on stringing Christmas lights around the inside so they can get stoned and lie on their backs and watch the colors blink. Ryan takes a video of the scene, panning across their faces and then up to the lights.
He usually asks before he takes any pictures. “You guys good?” he’ll say, and Lulu has never said no, but more and more she’s been thinking about it.