Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Dr. Campbell: [Hey, I noticed you had a little cut on your face earlier. I've got some ointment that might help. I'll bring it over later if you'd like.]

Selena froze, instinctively touching her right cheek. She rarely did her nails because it made daily tasks harder, but for yesterday's banquet, she had put on some fake nails. While slapping herself out of frustration last night, she accidentally nicked her face. It was only this morning, while getting ready, that she noticed it. She'd dabbed on some concealer, but Dr. Campbell still caught it. Talk about being detail-oriented!

And Everett, who'd been up close just moments ago, hadn't noticed a thing. The irony of it made her roll her eyes.

How can people be so different? She shot Everett a frosty glare.

He seemed to sense something and looked over with his dark eyes. "What's with that look?"

Selena stayed silent, her face a blank slate as she turned away, picking up her phone to reply to a message.

[Dr. Campbell, thanks for your concern, but I'm heading back to Newport today. I'm already on my way to the airport. Appreciate the offer, though.] The reply came back quickly: [So sudden? What happened? Weren't you staying for a week?]

Hmm.

Dr. Campbell would know. His

Selena felt a weight lift off her chest, and a relieved

through the moment. "Who are you chatting with? You are

back to the present, and her smile disappeared. She thought, 'It's a wonder Everett's never been

with Everett, and quickly texted Dr. Campbell: [Grandpa wants to see

replied swiftly, not pressing for details, just wishing

her phone away, thinking how tactful Dr. Campbell was. He always knew just

him

...

stared blankly at the ointment on the table. It wasn't until someone called for him that

tightened for a moment before he decisively tossed the invite into the trash

...

sped

was once again facing away, head. resting on the seat back, eyes shut. Clearly, she was pretending he didn't