I woke up early the next morning thanks to a phone call from Abuela. She either didn't get the whole concept of the three-hour time difference or she didn't care.

There was one awkward moment while Nikolay escorted me to the door. I worried that it would be locked and then I'd have to make up some excuse about losing my keys, which would cause Nikolay to walk around the house checking for open windows. My mind was already racing ahead to the moment that Kari called the police to report burglars, and the scene down at the station when the police - and then the media - realized I'd been at a club opening impersonating Kari Kingsley.

My breath caught in my throat. If the paparazzi found out that I - that Kari - was seeing Grant when she was supposed to be dating Michael, my face really could be plastered on magazine covers around the country. And if that happened, would people who knew Kari be able to tell that I was an imposter?