Diamonds in the Rough (The Secret Diamond Sisters, 2, Band 2) - Softcover

Madow, Michelle

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0373211368 ISBN 13: 9780373211364

Verlag: Harlequin Teen, 2014

Inhaltsangabe

All-access doesn't mean no problems 

The three Diamond sisters survived the summer in style after coming to live with their long-lost billionaire father. But making a place for themselves at their exclusive new Las Vegas private school is throwing them any number of gold-plated curves. Savannah's YouTube stardom turns into a Sweet Sixteen reality show extravaganza—with complimentary enemies on the side. Dangerous flirtations don't keep Peyton from a gamble that will risk far more than she planned to bet. And when Courtney and the sisters' archenemy, Madison, uncover two explosive secrets, it will rock even this town of glittering illusion—and turn their lives upside down all over again.

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Michelle lives in Boca Raton, Florida, where she is writing more novels for young adults. She enjoys reading, spending time with family and friends, traveling, shopping, sunshine, Disney fairy tales, and Broadway musicals. She loves connecting with fans online, so be sure to follow her on Facebook (Michelle Madow), Twitter (@MichelleMadow), and Instagram (@MichelleMadow). For more information, visit her website, www.michellemadow.com. 

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Savannah

Savannah Diamond wanted her first day at her new school to be perfect, so she'd woken up extra early to get ready. But her nerves had her so on edge that she couldn't even sing into her hairbrush along with her favorite songs, pretending she was a pop star performing a show. Peyton used to get so mad at her for it every morning, since she, Courtney and Savannah shared a room, and Savannah woke up earlier than Peyton because she needed more time to get ready. Having a room to herself was the best.

If this were her first day of her sophomore year at Fairfield High, she'd have thrown on jean shorts, a pastel tank and spar-kly summer flats. But The Goodman School was a fancy private school in Vegas, and since she and her sisters had found out last summer that billionaire casino owner Adrian Diamond was their father, and had moved into the penthouse next to his in The Diamond Residences, Savannah was supposed to be a sophisticated hotel heiress—not a girl who'd grown up in a poor neighborhood in a small town. She needed an outfit to fit the part. And since the only dress-code rules at The Goodman School were no ripped jeans and no belly buttons showing, she had plenty of options.

She settled on a metallic spaghetti-strap top by Young Fabulous & Broke, paired with a black flair miniskirt and strappy Jimmy Choo heels. She curled her hair to give it volume, put on a Swarovski crystal headband and went all out with makeup—deep purples and silvers from her Urban Decay Vice palette, winged black eyeliner with liquid gold sparkles, extra coats of mascara and shimmery lip gloss. As she walked to her jewelry box to decide what to match with the outfit, someone knocked at her door.

"Savannah?" Her sister Courtney peeked her head into the room. "Breakfast is here, and Adrian and Rebecca are on their way. Are you almost ready?"

"Are these earrings too much with the bracelets?" Savannah motioned to her dangly crystal earrings and Alex and Ani bangles.

Courtney examined Savannah's outfit. "I don't want you taking this the wrong way, but isn't it a bit much for school?"

Savannah pulled at her top and frowned. "The personal shopper from Saks said the outfit was perfect on me."

"It does look great on you." Courtney bit her lower lip. "But it seems better suited for a cocktail party or other nighttime event____Not for school."

"I shouldn't have bothered asking." She played with her charm bracelets, shuffling her feet as she scrutinized the outfit in her full-length mirror. It was flashy. But she couldn't take fashion advice from Courtney, who had on jeans, flip-flops, a sky-blue T-shirt and practically no makeup. The only jewelry she wore was a practical watch and that boring old key necklace Grandma had given her for her birthday last year—an heirloom from their great-great-grandmother. "Sure, it would have been too much for Fairfield High, but this is private school in Las Vegas. The first day is when everyone gets most dressed up, so I want to be ready."

"I was just trying to help, but whatever makes you happy." Courtney toyed with her necklace. "You're lucky you aren't nervous."

"You think I'm not nervous?" Savannah had tossed and turned all night, and her hands had been shaking all morning. "I don't know anyone in my grade. And I have no idea what'll happen if I run into Damien or Nick—which I'm assuming I will, since the school is small." She frowned, thinking about how stupidly optimistic she'd felt in the beginning of July at the Diamond Hotel grand opening, when Damien had apologized for kissing Madison, and Nick had given her attention all night. Because a week later, Damien had left on a month-long teen tour to Alaska and Hawaii, and Nick was always busy with work. "I'm worried that they'll see me and pretend they don't know me. Or that they've forgotten about me."

The pathetic part was that it had been weeks since she'd heard from either of them—aside from an occasional text from Nick that he felt bad about not having time to hang out—and she checked up on them daily on Facebook and Twitter. Nick had been inactive on both, but Damien had posted pictures on Facebook from his trip, of him with gorgeous, confident girls—the types of girls who made Savannah fade into the background. Girls like Madison Lockhart.

Which was why it was extra important that her first-day-of-school outfit was perfect. She needed to stand out, not fade away.

"You'll make friends," Courtney said. "And if Damien and Nick ignore you, they're not worth your time."

"Maybe." She knew Courtney was right, but that didn't mean it would hurt less if they pretended they didn't know her.

"I'm worried about the classes," Courtney said. "What if the tutoring this summer wasn't enough and we're behind? I could barely sleep last night thinking about it."

"You do look tired." Savannah observed the dark circles under Courtney's eyes. "Let me help." She applied concealer on her sister's face, pink blush to brighten her cheeks, and mascara so she looked like she'd made a little effort. "That's better. Now no one will know."

"Unless I fall asleep in class." Courtney laughed, wringing her hands together.

"That'll never happen," Savannah said. "You'll probably find class so fascinating that it'll keep you wide awake."

"We'll see," she said. "But let's head into the dining room. Adrian and Rebecca will be here any minute."

Savannah jingled her bracelets again at the mention of their father, Las Vegas hotel owner extraordinaire Adrian Diamond. He still didn't know her or her sisters deeper than surface level, even though they'd been living here for weeks. But he and his fiancée, Rebecca Carmel, had insisted they order room service so that they could have breakfast together before the first day of school. Adrian had been making small attempts like this to chat with them all summer, but he constantly traveled for work, and when he was in town he had business meetings, golf games or was locked in his office. He made time for Rebecca, but whenever he talked to Savannah and her sisters, there was a wall between them.

Savannah followed Courtney into the dining room. "Is Peyton up?" she asked.

"She was waging war with the snooze alarm twenty minutes ago, but I forced her awake," Courtney said. "She should be out of the shower soon."

"Sure she will," Savannah said. Peyton was notorious for her marathon shower sessions that stole all the hot water and made them late for school.

Her phone buzzed with a text message. It was from Evie, her best friend in Fairfield. Her heart warmed when she saw the text—texting before school had been something they did all the time before Savannah moved.

Good luck on your first day! You're so lucky your new school starts in Sep. Stupid fairfield high starting so early. #jealous ;) thanks! I'm so nervous tho. wish you were here!!! <3

Fairfield high isn't as fun without you! <3 What'd you decide to wear?

Savannah snapped a picture of herself and sent it to Evie.

Cute! But isn't it too much for school?? I would totally LOVE it for a party, but you don't want everyone to think you're trying too hard…it's fine for school in Vegas!!! ;)

Savannah's hands shook, and she paused before pressing Send. Could Evie be right? It was the same thing Courtney had said, and while Courtney didn't care about fashion, Evie did. Maybe she should switch out the skirt for jeggings, or match it with a more casual top, or wear shoes that wouldn't hurt her feet by lunch.

She was almost back to her room to change when the door to the condo opened, and Adrian and Rebecca strolled inside.

Adrian wore a navy suit—Savannah had never seen him in anything but a suit—and...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Harlequin Teen
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2014
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0373211368
• ISBN 13: 9780373211364
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 448
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: Nicht verfügbar
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