“Oh no.” I grimace.

“It was a bloody disaster,” Sheetal says. “Pun intended.”

Salvatore crushes his Fizz Life can and stands up to throw it away. “Let’s just choose from the three we have, they’re not bad options.”

I look at my notebook, our current options scribbled down.

An umbrella

Waterproof sandals

Fizz

“Let’s eliminate Fizz,” Tess suddenly says. “If we choose it, Professor Flynn might dock points because of Willow’s connection to it.”

Wait… She knows?

“Yes, go ‘ed,” Sheetal agrees. She doesn’t seem surprised?

“Um…” I push my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “You all know who I am?”

Tess nods. “Your brother is Loren Hale, so that means your sister-in-law is Lily Calloway. Daughter of the CEO of Fizzle. It’s all on Wikipedia.” Damn Wikipedia.

“We also binged the We Are Calloway docuseries, like, a little towards the end of the summer,” Sheetal says. “But Tess said not to bring it up to you.”

Tess nods. “My mom is a director, and my dad is a location scout. As soon as anyone hears the films they made, I get asked a million questions. It’s just kind of annoying. I thought it might be the same for you, so I didn’t want to make it a big deal.”

That’s actually really sweet. I’m smiling, my cheeks hurting.

Besides the Calloway sisters and their men, there aren’t many other celebrities in Philadelphia. It’s not like LA or Hollywood where you can easily meet other people that go through the same public scrutiny. Paparazzi migrated to Philly because of the Calloways. Finding someone who gets it, even just a little, is a breath of fresh air.

“Thanks,” I say to Tess.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tess says like it really is nothing.

I look to Salvatore, who’s scrolling on his phone. I think he might be looking me up. When he catches me staring, he says, “You can Google me too. Salvatore Amadio.” He spells out his full name.

Sheetal laughs. “Are we about to find out your deep, dark secrets, Salvatore?” But we all brandish our phones.

I do a quick Google search and learn that Salvatore Amadio is the son of two famous Italian actors. He was even in a movie as a baby, but he retired from child acting by the age of four.

Sheetal makes a dejected noise. “Well now I’m proper devoed, like. Me parents are in finance. An absolute snore. I have no famous family or long-lost siblings.”

“You have meeee,” Tess sing-songs and hugs her tight. Sheetal tries hard not to smile, but it’s a lost cause when Tess kisses her playfully on the nose.

Salvatore pockets his phone. “It’s not all great,” he says to Sheetal but doesn’t elaborate.

My cell suddenly vibrates in my palm, Garrison’s name on the screen. Finally.

“I have to take this,” I say quickly and then leave for the hall. It’s empty, but I can hear muffled music coming from some of the dorm rooms.