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Mimi von Fallschirm's apartment was incredible.
"See?" Cameron said."It makes ours look like a dump."
"Stop it, Cam," Mimi said, pouting, "you're embar- rassing me."
The three girls entered the apartment. A sweeping staircase ran up three flights beneath an open skylight. Huge windows looked up and down Park Avenue. The black-and-white marble floor was so highly polished, Liz was worried they'd be able to see up her skirt.The whole place smelled sweetly of oranges--there were blooming miniature orange trees in white tubs up and down the halls. Every few feet there was a full suit of armor.
Liz tried to look blas�. Deep breath, she told herself. Keep your cool.
"The dining room is this way," Mimi said, her heels clicking as she walked down the long hall ahead of them.
"Isn't it excellent?" Cameron whispered to Liz. "You know, you're really lucky I managed to get Mimi to invite you. No one from P-B besides me has ever been invited to Prince von Fallschirm's.They're very choosy." She winked.
They entered the dining room.The walls were covered with forest green brocade and portraits of men and women in elaborate costumes surrounded by golden frames.
"Who are all these people?" Liz asked, taking in the huge chandelier and the mahogany table, which was sur- rounded by twenty-four chairs.
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"Ancestors," Mimi said dismissively. "We have even more in the house in Vienna."
Liz looked at the paintings. Every person in them had the same slightly crooked nose as Mimi.
"They have a palace in Vienna," Cameron whispered as the girls sat down at a small table, set for three, by a huge window.
A butler came out and placed three tiny cups of truf- fled bouillon on the table in front of them. Liz watched Mimi carefully.
Mimi picked up a silver spoon with a round shallow bowl, impossibly small, and then used it to spoon up tiny portions of the delicate broth. When they were finished, tiny feta cheese souffl�s were served, each collapsing as the girls ate them with gilded fish forks. Soon, the butler came out with a bottle of wine.
"At lunch?" Liz asked.
Mimi looked at her quizzically."In Europe, if you have a meal without a glass of wine, you are considered uncivi- lized."
"Well, in America, if you're a high school student who has a meal with a glass of wine, you're considered a lush," Liz joked, and then realized she had gone too far.
Fortunately, Mimi giggled."Oh, Cameron, she is funny! Thank you for introducing us! Walter, Sie k�nnen nun den Weifswein servieren," Mimi said to the butler, who nodded.
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"Sehr wohl, Durchlaucht, wie sie wunschen," he replied.
"What did you say?" Liz asked.
Mimi smiled. "I said,Walter, you may pour the white wine."
Walter poured.
"What did he say to you?" Cameron asked.
"He said,`Of course,Your Highness, as you will.' Now. Let's talk all about the evening last night. Enough about me."
Liz sipped her wine, and gradually her inhibitions loosened. Mimi is funny, she thought. Not stuck-up at all.
Cameron was telling a story from last night about being drunk and crawling under the furniture to look for a lost contact lens.
"Gosh, did you find the lens?" Liz asked.
"Of course not, darling," Mimi said."She was so blind drunk, she forgot--she doesn't wear contact lenses!"
The girls shrieked with laughter, and when they set- tled down, Cameron finally focused her cool gaze on Liz.
"So . . . last night was a blast," Cameron said."Parker's definitely hot for you."
Liz blushed, suddenly feeling like a Miss America con- testant having a crown placed on her head. "Really?" Liz asked. "You think so?" She tried to sound cool, as if the hottest guys in New York were always after her.
"Completely. If he asked you out, would you go?"
"Of course," Liz said."But what are the chances of that?"
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"Don't
Mimi von Fallschirm's apartment was incredible.
"See?" Cameron said."It makes ours look like a dump."
"Stop it, Cam," Mimi said, pouting, "you're embar- rassing me."
The three girls entered the apartment. A sweeping staircase ran up three flights beneath an open skylight. Huge windows looked up and down Park Avenue. The black-and-white marble floor was so highly polished, Liz was worried they'd be able to see up her skirt.The whole place smelled sweetly of oranges--there were blooming miniature orange trees in white tubs up and down the halls. Every few feet there was a full suit of armor.
Liz tried to look blas�. Deep breath, she told herself. Keep your cool.
"The dining room is this way," Mimi said, her heels clicking as she walked down the long hall ahead of them.
"Isn't it excellent?" Cameron whispered to Liz. "You know, you're really lucky I managed to get Mimi to invite you. No one from P-B besides me has ever been invited to Prince von Fallschirm's.They're very choosy." She winked.
They entered the dining room.The walls were covered with forest green brocade and portraits of men and women in elaborate costumes surrounded by golden frames.
"Who are all these people?" Liz asked, taking in the huge chandelier and the mahogany table, which was sur- rounded by twenty-four chairs.
80 D E E P B R E AT H . K E E P Y O U R C O O L .
"Ancestors," Mimi said dismissively. "We have even more in the house in Vienna."
Liz looked at the paintings. Every person in them had the same slightly crooked nose as Mimi.
"They have a palace in Vienna," Cameron whispered as the girls sat down at a small table, set for three, by a huge window.
A butler came out and placed three tiny cups of truf- fled bouillon on the table in front of them. Liz watched Mimi carefully.
Mimi picked up a silver spoon with a round shallow bowl, impossibly small, and then used it to spoon up tiny portions of the delicate broth. When they were finished, tiny feta cheese souffl�s were served, each collapsing as the girls ate them with gilded fish forks. Soon, the butler came out with a bottle of wine.
"At lunch?" Liz asked.
Mimi looked at her quizzically."In Europe, if you have a meal without a glass of wine, you are considered uncivi- lized."
"Well, in America, if you're a high school student who has a meal with a glass of wine, you're considered a lush," Liz joked, and then realized she had gone too far.
Fortunately, Mimi giggled."Oh, Cameron, she is funny! Thank you for introducing us! Walter, Sie k�nnen nun den Weifswein servieren," Mimi said to the butler, who nodded.
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"Sehr wohl, Durchlaucht, wie sie wunschen," he replied.
"What did you say?" Liz asked.
Mimi smiled. "I said,Walter, you may pour the white wine."
Walter poured.
"What did he say to you?" Cameron asked.
"He said,`Of course,Your Highness, as you will.' Now. Let's talk all about the evening last night. Enough about me."
Liz sipped her wine, and gradually her inhibitions loosened. Mimi is funny, she thought. Not stuck-up at all.
Cameron was telling a story from last night about being drunk and crawling under the furniture to look for a lost contact lens.
"Gosh, did you find the lens?" Liz asked.
"Of course not, darling," Mimi said."She was so blind drunk, she forgot--she doesn't wear contact lenses!"
The girls shrieked with laughter, and when they set- tled down, Cameron finally focused her cool gaze on Liz.
"So . . . last night was a blast," Cameron said."Parker's definitely hot for you."
Liz blushed, suddenly feeling like a Miss America con- testant having a crown placed on her head. "Really?" Liz asked. "You think so?" She tried to sound cool, as if the hottest guys in New York were always after her.
"Completely. If he asked you out, would you go?"
"Of course," Liz said."But what are the chances of that?"
82 D E E P B R E AT H . K E E P Y O U R C O O L .
"Don't
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