Secret Crush [antikvár]

chapteroneiiiiI i, everybody!" fourteen-year-old Chloe Carlson said in a bright, energetic voice as she walked into the kitchen on Friday afternoon. "Isn't this a gorgeous day?""It certainly is," Manuelo, the Carlsons' cook and housekeeper, agreed. He eyed Chloe. "What happened in school today?" he asked. "You're perky, but never this perky.""1 bet she met a cute boy," Tedi said. She was a fashion model who worked with Chloe's mom, Macy."For your information, I'm practising my 'happy voice'," Chloe replied. "I want to make sure I'm totally cheerful and friendly when I go to the retirement home." She pushed her long, wavy blonde hair away from her face and gestured at her plain blouse and skirt. "And I decided to kind of dress down. No flashy clothes or anything.""The retirement home?" Macy repeated. She whipped out her Palm Pilot. "Let's see today is Friday, right?"