Schuyler wondered again about the woman who had looked so eerily like her mother. Had her mother led her to her grandfather? Was she helping Schuyler in some way? Was it just her spirit that Schuyler had seen?
They hurried down the stairs and found the landlady shuffling papers at the reception desk.
"Thank you for all your help," Schuyler said, bowing to the old woman.
"Eh? Excuse me. Posso li aiuto?" the old woman snapped. "The Professore, the Biennale, we are going to try and find him now."
"Professore? No, no. No Professore..." The old woman made the sign of the cross and began shaking her head.
Schuyler frowned. "No Professore? What do you think she means by that?" she asked Oliver.
"He leave...two year ago," the landlady said in halting English. "He no live here no more."
"But you just said..." Schuyler argued. "We were just talking, upstairs. We saw his room."
"I never see you in my life, his room is lock," the landlady said, looking shocked and sticking determinedly to her stilted English even though it was obvious Schuyler was fluent in Italian.
"Eravamo giusti qui," Schuyler argued. But we were just here.
The landlady balefully shook her head and muttered to herself.
"There's something different about her," Schuyler whis- pered to Oliver as they walked out of the inn.
"Yeah, she's even more cranky now," Oliver cracked.
Schuyler turned back to look at the cross old woman again, and noticed that she had a mole underneath her chin from which a few stray hairs had sprouted. And yet the old woman who had spoken to them earlier had not been afflicted with such a mole, Schuyler was sure of it.
Mimi looked at her vibrating cell phone as she exited her AP French class.
Am I on the list?
Another text message. It was the seventh one today. Could everyone please calm down?
Somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, the news that the fabulous Mimi Force was planning an after-party to the Four Hundred Ball had gone out to the entire New York City teen vampire elite. Of course, Mimi herself had told Piper Crandall, the biggest gossip in the school, and Piper had made sure everyone knew exactly what was going down. There was a secret location. The Force twins were hosting. But no one would know if they were invited until the night of the event. Sheer social torture!
Just say Y or N!!!
She deleted the text without replying.
Mimi walked down the back staircase at Duchesne that led to the cafeteria in the basement. As she passed by, several Blue Blood teens tried to capture her attention.
"Mims...heard about the after-party...Great idea, do you need any help? My dad can get Kanye to DJ," offered Blair McMillan, whose father headed the largest record label in the world.
"Hey, Mimi, I'm invited, right? Can I bring my boyfriend? He's an RB...Is that cool?" Soos Kemble wheedled.
"Hey, sweetie, just making sure you got my RSVP..." Lucy Forbes called out, blowing Mimi an exaggerated air kiss.
Mimi smiled graciously at all of them and put a finger to her lips. "I can't say anything about anything. But you'll all find out soon enough."
Downstairs in the cafeteria, underneath the gold baroque mirror that hung across from the fireplace, Bliss Llewellyn picked listlessly at her sushi roll, as if it were a particularly distasteful specimen. Mimi was supposed to meet her for lunch, and she was late as usual. Bliss was glad of the reprieve, since it gave her a chance to lose herself in the events of the night before.
Dylan. It had to be him. The stranger in the park who had saved her from drowning. Bliss had to believe he had survived the Silver Blood attack. Perhaps he was now in hiding, and maybe he would be in danger if he revealed his identity. Like a superhero, she thought dreamily. Who else would have sensed her distress?
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Mimi looked at her vibrating cell phone as she exited her AP French class.