The Secret Diamond Sisters. Michelle Madow
think the new girls will be there tonight, too. The Diamond sisters. Rumor has it they arrived in the Diamond Jet this afternoon and were seen in the hotel lobby gazing around the place like they’ve never seen a casino in their life.
2: Posted on Monday 07/04 at 04:32 PM
That’s cause they’re from some hick town. They’re probably losers. Don’t get too excited about them.
3: Posted on Monday 07/04 at 05:40 PM
hick town or not, i hear they’re HOT!!!!
chapter 5:
Is this actually happening?
That was the first thing Savannah thought when she stepped through the golden double doors into the condo. Her condo. Her breath caught in her chest at the realization that this was where she would be living for the rest of the summer. It was unreal; a palace in the sky, the type of place Savannah saw in magazines but never imagined seeing in real life, let alone living in. Marble floors, mirrored walls, shining tables, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling Strip—and that was just what she could see from the entrance.
That, and a round glass-topped table in the middle of the foyer with a crystal bowl on it. Inside the bowl was a note surrounded by three black credit cards, like petals on a flower.
“Mr. Diamond left a message for you.” Bernard motioned toward the bowl. “If you don’t need anything else, I’ll be going back downstairs. Your luggage will be up shortly, and there’s a butler button on your phone if you need to reach me. I’m happy to assist you in any way necessary.”
Bernard was their butler? This was beyond awesome. She wasn’t sure why she would need to call a butler, but she would have to find a reason to do so soon. Something that cool couldn’t go unused.
“Okay,” Savannah said, pretending to be the type of person who called butlers all the time. She didn’t want him to think she was unsophisticated. “Will do! Thanks, Bernard.”
The second Bernard left, Savannah hurried to the table, snatched up the envelope and opened it. This was the first piece of communication they’d ever had from their father. Her heart pounded. Of course, she was more looking forward to meeting him in person, but this was better than nothing.
Her sisters gathered around her, and she unfolded the letter, admiring the elegant script and reading out loud:
“Dear Peyton, Courtney and Savannah,
I’m sorry I wasn’t able to greet you upon your arrival. I had an urgent meeting, and I don’t know how long it’s going to run. I will be by as soon as it is over.
We will be going to dinner tonight at 7:30 p.m. before the Fourth of July party at Myst in the hotel, so please use this time to get ready. I am sure you have much unpacking and settling in to do. In case you need to reach me, my personal cell number is (702) 555-2688. I live next door in condo 7500, so this one is your own. I hope you find it to your liking.
Sincerely,
Adrian Diamond
PS: The credit cards are yours. Feel free to use them for whatever you would like.”
Savannah frowned and placed the letter down on the table. It wasn’t the warm greeting she’d hoped for, but at least he’d promised he would be by soon. Her head spun at the notion that she would be meeting her father today—and that he was the Adrian Diamond. This had to be a dream, or a parallel universe, or something fantastical. If it were a dream, she was determined to enjoy it until she woke up.
Noticing the black American Express cards again, she picked up the one with her name on its bottom-left corner. Was this for real? She’d heard of these before, because famous people had them, and now she was holding one with her name on it. The card was cool against her skin, like it was made out of metal instead of plastic, and it was thick and heavy, so it didn’t bend like a normal credit card. Would it even slide through a swipe machine? She hit it against her palm, surprised by the echo of the metal. Rock-solid, it felt indestructible.
“I wonder what the limit is on these,” Courtney mused, picking up hers and examining the back.
“Limit?” Savannah threw her hair over her shoulder and held the card up higher, admiring how it gleamed under the light. “We flew here on a private jet. I doubt there’s a limit.”
Courtney pressed her lips together, as if Savannah had said something wrong. “Maybe not, but no matter what the limit is, it’s not our money. We’ll ask Adrian about our budget once he gets here.”
Leave it to Courtney to suck the fun out of the situation. If she couldn’t see the possibilities in an unlimited credit card, maybe Peyton could. But Peyton’s blue eyes looked like they were about to burst into flames.
“All it takes is a stupid credit card and a dumb letter, and you’ve forgotten how Adrian has ignored us until now.” Peyton stomped to a small trash can and dropped her card inside. It hit the metal with a resounding clang. “He hasn’t even bothered to meet us yet. I won’t take his bribe money—I have more dignity than that.”
Whatever that meant. Savannah exhaled, rescued the card from the trash (luckily it was the only thing in there) and slid it in her back pocket so Peyton couldn’t try to toss it again. Peyton and Courtney were bringing everything down. She wished Evie were here. Unlike Courtney and Peyton, Evie would see the potential in what she could buy with an unlimited credit card.
Savannah ran her thumbs over the raised lettering on her card’s metallic surface, amazed she was seeing her name on a black American Express. In his letter, Adrian had said they could use the credit cards for whatever they wanted, and Savannah planned on doing just that. Finally she could get her boring, dark blond hair highlighted, and maybe get extensions to make it thicker and prettier than Courtney’s. She could buy pigmented high-quality makeup instead of the cheap chalky stuff from the drugstore, expensive clothing from the department stores she walked through when she went to the mall but could never afford, designer sunglasses and shoes.... The list went on. She could already see herself walking down the Las Vegas Strip like a movie star or a pop singer. Everyone would stare at her as she walked by.... It would be incredible. She could also get a quality guitar to replace the beat up one with the warped neck she had now that went out of tune all the time—one with solid wood to give it rich, resonant sound, and better action to make it easier to play—like a Taylor or a Martin. Maybe she would get both, for the fun of it. Or start a collection. A new guitar could be the push she needed to bring her music to the next level.
This would be the start of a new, better Savannah Diamond. She couldn’t wait to get home once her mom was better and see the reactions from the girls on the volleyball team, and from the guys in school. Finally, Savannah would be noticed.
Then she remembered the idea she’d had while reading Adrian’s note.
Gripping the card, Savannah rushed down the hallway. Her sisters hurried behind her, Courtney asking where she was off to so fast. The two doors on the left were close together, and she opened both of them.
Both bedrooms were the same size, so they weren’t what she was looking for. She rushed back down the hallway and through the living area, past a sleek wooden dining set, cream-colored armchairs, a sofa in front of a gigantic flat-screen television and an eating area near the granite-countertopped kitchen. Then she arrived at the carved white-wooden double doors at the far end of the condo.
Savannah flung open the doors and raised a fist in victory. The huge bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Strip, allowing beams of sunlight to stream inside, and it was enormous—bigger than the entire apartment she’d shared with her mom and sisters in Fairfield. She ran across the plush carpeting and jumped onto the king-size bed, the white comforter cushioning her fall, so soft that she sank right into it. She stretched her arms over her