Free Trivial Pursuits (Chicago On Ice Book 2) by Aven Ellis

get coffee,” Collins urges. “I promise I won’t have a breakdown while you’re getting your skinny flat white.”
    I laugh. “Nah, I’ll get one later. So this is going to be a puppy party for one of Chicago’s famous fashion bloggers?”
    Collins sighs. “Yes. For her Yorkie, Prince George.”
    I wrinkle my nose. And within a second, a flash of Landon touching it comes to mind. Heat instantly fills my cheeks in response, and I quickly cough to shake the image from my head.
    “Is this Prince George named after the real one in the United Kingdom?” I ask out of curiosity.
    Collins laughs. “But of course. He’s a prince, not a puppy. But Alessandra is a loon . I know that is why my aunt gave me this party. She doesn’t want to deal with her.”
    “So I still should be thanking you for asking for my help, right?” I tease.
    Collins smiles. “Alessandra pays well. But she’s going to be very picky, and she will have crazy ideas she wants us to execute. So are you up for the challenge?”
    I nod. “Let’s throw a puppy party.”
    Collins was right.
    Alessandra is a freaking lunatic.
    I really hope my expression isn’t showing.
    Because this experience is beyond mystifying.
    “Georgie is so special, and he truly deserves to be honored for being such a fantastic dog,” Alessandra reiterates, stroking the hair of the dog sitting in her lap. “My parents said spare no expense. Nothing is too much for Prince Georgie.”
    I study her for a moment, hardly believing we are the same age. Heiress to the Wilson Ketchup empire, Alessandra is a fashion blogger, who posts daily pics of her designer outfits and the coordinating look for not only Prince George, but her equally wealthy and gorgeous boyfriend, Sebastian. I started following her as soon as Collins mentioned it, and every morning I receive a post featuring the three of them in all their fabulous fashion.
    Of course by that time of the morning I’m in my parents’ basement, usually in my Starbucks logo T-shirt, old flannel shirt thrown on top with jeans and Converse sneakers, stringing glass beads on wire necklaces next to my mom’s washer and dryer.
    Hmm. I wonder if Alessandra has ever used a washing machine.
    Or been in a basement.
    Something tells me if this was a TriviaPlayOrPass! question the answer would be not just no, but hell no, are you out of your mind Livy no.
    “Of course,” Collins says eagerly, leaning forward in her chair and smiling. “We want Prince George to have the best birthday possible.”
    “It has to be pitch puppy perfect, ” Alessandra says, drawing her full lips into a pout. “I’m famous for my blog, you know. I’m blogging this whole event, and it can’t have a single misstep. People expect everything I do to be chic and fashionable, right down to the napkins.”
    And the way she emphasized perfect and misstep, I know everything about this party has to be flawless.
    “That’s why we’re here,” Collins says brightly. “To throw a pitch puppy perfect party fit for a prince.”
    Ha! I don’t know how Collins managed to get that out without stumbling over all the P’s or laughing.
    “Well, let’s begin,” Alessandra says, stroking her fingers underneath Prince George’s chin. “Mommy is going to plan you a big party, Princey,” she says in baby talk. “The bestest party for the bestest puppy in the whole world!”
    “So today I want to get to know you and Prince George,” Collins says, smiling as she opens up her planner and lays it across her lap, “and then I will come back with some party ideas for you to consider.”
    “No,” Alessandra says firmly, pausing to point a finger at Collins. “I will tell you what I want. You will make it happen. ”
    Ooooooooooooooh, I don’t like this attitude. Apparently she will yell jump, and Collins will ask “how high?” and do it.
    Which means I will be jumping right along with my party-planning friend.
    “Of course,” Collins defers, nodding.
    Prince