would make an excellent chairperson for the committee, there’s a different task for which you are more uniquely suited.”
Natalie squinted at Dr. Steve, completely confused. What could be more important than being chairperson of the festival committee? “I don’t understand, Dr. Steve.”
“Since Tricia will be unfamiliar with the camp and what we do here, we felt that she might need someone to show her around for the first couple of days,” he explained.
Natalie couldn’t stop her eyelids from twitching. “ME?!”
“Of course! We think you’d be able to relate to each other very well, especially since you know how uncomfortable it can be to have all eyes on you because you have a famous father,” Dr. Steve replied.
Natalie raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement. She had never thought of that before.
“Listen, the choice is yours. If you want to stay on board as chairperson, that’s fine. But if you’re okay with being Tricia’s go-to person, Sloan is ready and excited to step in as head of the committee,” Dr. Steve said, nodding in Sloan’s direction.
Natalie glanced at Sloan, who seemed as though she were hoping Natalie would say yes to Dr. Steve’s proposal. Although Natalie wanted to deny it, Sloan was just as eager to be group chairperson as Natalie, and she knew Sloan would do a great job.
The only thing was, Natalie had wanted this position to bolster her college apps. Showing the president’s daughter around probably wouldn’t serve that purpose. And if Natalie tried to cash in on her experience as Tricia’s guide somewhere down the road, wouldn’t that be kind of hypocritical? After all, Natalie constantly worried that people only liked her for her famous father.
But Natalie couldn’t ignore what Dr. Steve had said. He was right about her being in the same position as Tricia. It wasn’t too long ago that Natalie had been hoping no one at camp would find out about her movie star father. If she’d had someone like Tricia around back then, maybe Natalie would have felt more at ease about making new friends and being herself. That’s what camp was all about—friendship, not prepping for college.
That settled it. Giving up her chairperson spot was obviously Natalie’s patriotic duty. Besides, Sloan looked so devastated yesterday when she found out she didn’t win the essay contest. This would really perk her friend up.
“Okay, Dr. Steve. I’ll help out with Tricia,” Natalie said with a chipper smile.
“That’s great, Natalie. I really appreciate your flexibility,” Dr. Steve replied.
“I promise to take good care of the committee, Nat,” Sloan said as a wide grin spread across her face.
A twinge of jealousy tweaked at Natalie’s heart, but she did her best to ignore it. “I know you’ll do an awesome job, Sloan.”
“Wonderful, girls. Well, I’m heading out to meet Tricia and her security people at the train station at one o’clock. Would you like to join me, Natalie?” Dr. Steve asked.
Whatever smidge of jealousy Natalie had felt evaporated in an instant. She was going to meet the president’s daughter! That was a pretty decent trade-off.
“I’d love to go!” Natalie said, hoping Tricia would be exactly how she’d imagined.
A few hours later, Natalie stood next to Dr. Steve and watched as Tricia disembarked the train, carrying a designer tote bag in one hand and an animal carrier in the other. She was surrounded by three gigantic men in dark navy suits and aviator sunglasses holding push-to-talk phones in their hands.
Although these guys were definitely intimidating, Natalie couldn’t take her eyes off of Tricia. She looked even better in person than she did on TV! Her long, chestnut hair was shinier and bouncier; her clothes were trendier; even her teeth were whiter. Natalie looked down at herself and suppressed a groan. What had possessed her to wear sandals and shorts?! Sure it was hot and humid outside, but now was the time to be fashionable, not
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