Read Online Who Wants to Marry a Billionaire? by Emily Stone - Free Book Online Page B

flirt with someone besides Daniel?”  The idea puzzled Nina.
           “Because,
they will be flirting with you.” 
           “Flirting
with me?  Why?”
           Elsa
sighed, “It’ll be a game Nina.  There will be men who will try to get you just
because they think you are Daniel DeVere’s.  They won’t have any real interest
in you—their only goal will be getting under Daniel’s skin.  Remember
that—there can’t be a whiff of scandal around Daniel.”
           “Okay.” 
Nina was starting to feel more and more dejected.
           “Let’s
move on to appropriate conversation.  Have you ever traveled Nina?”
           She
thought for a moment, “I went to a conference for philanthropic organizations
in Chicago once, New York and Washington DC a couple of times, up the coast to
Maine.”
           Elsa
rubbed her forehead, “I mean internationally Nina, have you ever been anywhere
out of the country?”  Nina shook her head and Elsa sighed audibly.  “Do you
know about fashion, designers, what’s trendy right now?”  Again Nina shook her
head.  Elsa’s voice was sharp as she asked,  “For heaven’s sake, Nina, what do
you know?”
           Nina
could feel her throat tightening.  She was a perfectly capable and intelligent
person, why wasn’t that enough?  “I’m well read, I know about music, movies,
art, history, current events—I had a great liberal arts education.”
           Elsa’s
high heels made an annoying sound as she clicked away from Nina to stare out
her window at Boston below.   Her voice was softer though, more human as she
spoke.  “That’ll have to do then, but whatever you do, don’t mention politics
or religion.”
           The door
looked inviting, Nina thought.  She was ready to scamper away.  Kennedy wanted
her to come try on dresses for her dinner with Daniel’s parents, and somehow
that seemed a lot more appealing that being made to feel completely
inadequate.  “Is there anything else you think I should know?”  She tried to
sound sincere as she said it, but she felt like a jackrabbit waiting to bolt.
           “Confidence,
Nina.  You’ve got to project confidence.  If you don’t believe in the role
you’re playing, no one else will either.”  Elsa sounded a little sad herself,
Nina thought, and she was starting to believe there was a lot more to Elsa
Woodruff than what her chilly demeanor implied.   Without turning from the
window Elsa suddenly shifted back to her usual haughty tone of voice, “Don’t
screw this up Nina.”
     
           Friday
afternoon was a flurry of appointments as Kennedy dragged Nina around Back Bay
Boston—a wash and trim for her hair, a manicure and pedicure, new lingerie.  It
wasn’t exactly clear to Nina why she needed new underwear when no one was ever
going to see it, but Kennedy was insistent, saying it would boost Nina’s
confidence.  Nina had to admit that La Perla made her feel a lot prettier than
her sensible Fruit of the Loom.   
           They went
back to Nina’s place, and Rita joined them there.  Kennedy laid out three
different dresses, and the trio was eyeing them, trying to choose.  Nina
pointed to one,
    “You can’t go
wrong with black.  That one is nice, feminine.  The cut out in the back gives
it a little interest, but it’s not crazy.”
           Rita
shook her head, “Bo-ring.  Go with the tangerine bandage dress.  Show off those
curves baby.  You’ve got the legs for it.  And the color will look great with
your dark hair and eyes.”
           Nina
looked a little horrified.  “I’m going to dinner with his parents, not out
clubbing.  I’d feel like a total hoochie mama in that.”  
           Kennedy
held up the third dress.  It was a beautiful burgundy silk crepe, sleeveless
with a simple scoop neckline that would keep her cleavage under wraps.  It was
short enough to be