were daring me to make a comment.
“Don’t be late for rounds again. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Doctor.” I forced my gaze to remain fixed to Dr. Kazowski. I wanted to look away or run down the hall and duck into a broom closet. Invisibility, a power I’d desired since childhood, would be particularly helpful now.
Kazowski’s words stabbed my heart. I wasn’t like my family. She’d said so herself; I wasn’t special the way my family was special. I wasn’t a superstar, a musician, or a model. I didn’t have an eye for art or film. What I was, and had always been, was smart and hardworking. Those two qualities were the only things I had going for me, and now she’d told me that those weren’t enough. I was indecisive. Too academic. Cerebral. All that I’d defined myself by were now bad things, hindering my progress.
I pushed my glasses up my nose and stepped behind one of the taller residents. I followed the herd of doctors and med students down the hall. For the next three hours I took notes, answered the questions directed at me, and then when Kazowski walked out of the final patient room, a huge sigh exited my lungs.
I pressed my hand to my forehead and leaned against the wall.
“She can be such a bitch.”
I turned and the tall resident I’d tried to hide behind, Mike or Morgan or—what was his name?—stood beside me.
“I’m Mike.” He moved closer. “Looks like she’s going to ride your ass for the entire rotation.”
“You have no idea.”
“She picks one med student every rotation. Usually it’s someone she thinks is particularly gifted. Take it as a compliment.”
“Kazowski doesn’t think I’m gifted. Believe me.” I dropped my gaze to the floor. Cute men didn’t usually pick me to talk to. “But thanks.”
“You’re—”
“Ellen Legend.” I forced myself not to mumble my last name. My entire childhood I hadn’t even used Legend but had gone by Mom’s name, Delgado.
I closed my eyes and exhaled. Here it comes… “You’re the daughter of Steve Legend” or “the sister of Rhett Legend, the rock star” or “the sister of Sophia Legend, the supermodel.”
“—first in your class, right?”
I smiled. Heat flamed my cheeks “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I am. How’d you know?”
“Rotation before you. Some of the med students discussed how this Ellen Legend had to either have a photographic memory or a microchip implanted in her head to be that smart.”
“No,” I brushed hair from my forehead and tucked a strand behind my ear. “I just study a lot. A whole lot.”
Mike nodded. “If you’re first in your class, you must.” His phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and started backing down the hall. “See you on Monday?”
“Oh, I’m here. For the next three months.”
“Great.” Mike flashed me a bright smile. “Knowing I’ll see you on Monday will make my weekend call a whole lot better.”
My heartbeat kicked up a notch. Was Mike… flirting with me? I turned toward the elevators and walked down the hall. No. That couldn’t be true…I wasn’t the twin good-looking, muscular doctors with white-toothed smiles and well-defined cheekbones flirted with. I was the twin who stayed home for homecoming and prom. Not that I’d minded…much. I was the twin from whom cute boys asked to borrow notes and homework. My sister was the twin who got dates and phone calls and texts and secret admirers. I didn’t have good-looking tall residents smiling at me. Did I? My phone beeped and I looked down. A text from Choo reminding me I was to meet him at the bridal shop later that day.
I rushed away from the elevators and toward the stairs. There were a zillion things I needed to accomplish before I could leave the hospital for the day and then a zillion more between now and Choo’s wedding.
*
“Wait, I don’t understand. So you’re saying that this Mike person was speaking to you about how he’d be thinking about you this weekend and you