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little too much fun, Cynthia,"
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Parker said, trying to guide Liz past her.
Cynthia laughed. "Don't be that way," she said, gig- gling. "You weren't that way in Palm Beach. See you in Aspen, sweetie." She stumbled, and Parker smoothly maneuvered around her.
Finally, they made it to their seats, where they were surrounded by movie, music, and TV stars. Parker intro- duced Liz to Drew Barrymore, two actors from The O.C., a couple of older actors Liz recognized from the soaps, and some of Parker's parents' friends. They all greeted Liz warmly--probably because of how proud Parker seemed to be having her as his date. Liz felt like a fairy-tale princess.
"Another?" Parker gestured to Liz's empty apple mar- tini glass.
Liz shook her head no. The hors d'oeuvres being passed around by black-clad waiters were delicious but not very substantial. Another drink would make her completely giddy.
The after-party for the movie premiere was being held at an astonishing Asian restaurant, complete with a two-story statue of Buddha sitting placidly in front of an equally impressive waterfall. What thrilled Liz the most was that, instead of intimidating her, the black lacquer interior, the low lighting, and the beautiful people all around her made Liz feel
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elegant and sophisticated. As if she fit in. She owed a lot of her ease to Parker. Parker was charming and attentive.
Well, mostly.
Parker grimaced as he pulled his cell from his pocket for the third time since they arrived."Sorry, gotta take this," he said. He left the table and disappeared into the crowd.
A waiter came by and cleared Liz's empty glass. "You know," she said, "I think I'll have another one."
The waiter nodded, and a pale green drink appeared in front of her moments later. Still no Parker.
Where is he? Liz wondered.Who keeps calling him? She took a sip of her icy cold apple martini. Stay cool, she told herself. Guys hate clingy, possessive, jealous girls.
"Hey, sorry." Parker slid back into his seat beside her. "I hate these phone calls."
"Who's bugging you?" Liz asked, snagging a sushi roll from a passing waiter.
"No one," he said, reaching for her hand. "No one who matters."
Liz quickly dropped the sushi onto a napkin. It would be hard to be romantic with raw fish in her hands.
Parker brushed her hand with his lips."Have you had enough here? The party is winding down."
"I should probably be heading home," Liz admitted.
"Okay," Parker said, "but there's one last surprise planned."
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"Parker," Liz protested. "What else could you do?"
"You'll see," he said with a mischievous grin.
They left the restaurant, and walked a few blocks to the edge of Central Park. Parker led Liz to a glossy black carriage, drawn by a white horse. "Your chariot awaits," Parker announced.
"You are not serious," Liz said.
"I certainly am." He grinned. "Get in."
Liz climbed up into the rocking carriage, much harder to accomplish in her stiletto-heeled eight-hundred-dollar shoes than she had expected. She narrowly avoided snapping her ankle as she clumsily plopped onto the leather seat.
Her nose wrinkled. The very strong scent of horse manure and animal perspiration wafted toward her. I hope that smell doesn't attach itself permanently to this dress, she worried.
Parker sat down beside her. "Once around the park and then home!" he instructed the driver.
"We don't go around the whole park at night," the driver said. "And I can't take you farther than six blocks from it.You'll have to catch a cab home, kid."
Parker laughed."I guess I should have checked before I dismissed my driver."
"A cab home is fine," Liz said.
"Well, how about around the lake and back, then?" Parker asked.
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"That, I can do." The driver flicked the reins, setting the rocking carriage in soft motion.
The
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Parker said, trying to guide Liz past her.
Cynthia laughed. "Don't be that way," she said, gig- gling. "You weren't that way in Palm Beach. See you in Aspen, sweetie." She stumbled, and Parker smoothly maneuvered around her.
Finally, they made it to their seats, where they were surrounded by movie, music, and TV stars. Parker intro- duced Liz to Drew Barrymore, two actors from The O.C., a couple of older actors Liz recognized from the soaps, and some of Parker's parents' friends. They all greeted Liz warmly--probably because of how proud Parker seemed to be having her as his date. Liz felt like a fairy-tale princess.
"Another?" Parker gestured to Liz's empty apple mar- tini glass.
Liz shook her head no. The hors d'oeuvres being passed around by black-clad waiters were delicious but not very substantial. Another drink would make her completely giddy.
The after-party for the movie premiere was being held at an astonishing Asian restaurant, complete with a two-story statue of Buddha sitting placidly in front of an equally impressive waterfall. What thrilled Liz the most was that, instead of intimidating her, the black lacquer interior, the low lighting, and the beautiful people all around her made Liz feel
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elegant and sophisticated. As if she fit in. She owed a lot of her ease to Parker. Parker was charming and attentive.
Well, mostly.
Parker grimaced as he pulled his cell from his pocket for the third time since they arrived."Sorry, gotta take this," he said. He left the table and disappeared into the crowd.
A waiter came by and cleared Liz's empty glass. "You know," she said, "I think I'll have another one."
The waiter nodded, and a pale green drink appeared in front of her moments later. Still no Parker.
Where is he? Liz wondered.Who keeps calling him? She took a sip of her icy cold apple martini. Stay cool, she told herself. Guys hate clingy, possessive, jealous girls.
"Hey, sorry." Parker slid back into his seat beside her. "I hate these phone calls."
"Who's bugging you?" Liz asked, snagging a sushi roll from a passing waiter.
"No one," he said, reaching for her hand. "No one who matters."
Liz quickly dropped the sushi onto a napkin. It would be hard to be romantic with raw fish in her hands.
Parker brushed her hand with his lips."Have you had enough here? The party is winding down."
"I should probably be heading home," Liz admitted.
"Okay," Parker said, "but there's one last surprise planned."
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"Parker," Liz protested. "What else could you do?"
"You'll see," he said with a mischievous grin.
They left the restaurant, and walked a few blocks to the edge of Central Park. Parker led Liz to a glossy black carriage, drawn by a white horse. "Your chariot awaits," Parker announced.
"You are not serious," Liz said.
"I certainly am." He grinned. "Get in."
Liz climbed up into the rocking carriage, much harder to accomplish in her stiletto-heeled eight-hundred-dollar shoes than she had expected. She narrowly avoided snapping her ankle as she clumsily plopped onto the leather seat.
Her nose wrinkled. The very strong scent of horse manure and animal perspiration wafted toward her. I hope that smell doesn't attach itself permanently to this dress, she worried.
Parker sat down beside her. "Once around the park and then home!" he instructed the driver.
"We don't go around the whole park at night," the driver said. "And I can't take you farther than six blocks from it.You'll have to catch a cab home, kid."
Parker laughed."I guess I should have checked before I dismissed my driver."
"A cab home is fine," Liz said.
"Well, how about around the lake and back, then?" Parker asked.
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"That, I can do." The driver flicked the reins, setting the rocking carriage in soft motion.
The
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