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table for a jewelry-making station. Then they created a polish display with the shelves from the attic.
    On Friday they made a bunch of signs and taped them in all the right spots around them. Well, all the signs except for the one with the salon’s name on it. They still hadn’t settled on that. So while they worked, Brooke kept making suggestions, like Project Polish and Pretty Nails and Finger Fun. Also, Mermaid Manicures and Rainbow Polish and Tip-Top Nails. And Perfect Ten and Polish Palace and Happy Feet. Nothing seemed quite right, though.
    As a finishing touch, they put the sparkly cookie jar on its own special table right next to the nailpolish display. That way, no one would miss it.
    â€œI can’t believe how great this place looks,” Brooke told Aly on Friday at closing time, as they stood in the doorframe admiring their work. “Now all we need to do is figure out a name!”
    â€œAnd get some customers,” Aly added.
    And hope that know-it-all Suzy Davis wasn’t right again.

ten
Power to the Sparkle
    S hould we put out all the colors for the rainbow pedicures?” Brooke asked. She was pulling on her braid so hard that Aly wondered how it wasn’t hurting her.
    â€œSure,” Aly said. “Let’s put out two sets.”
    It was Saturday morning, the day of their grand opening. Aly was nervous too—she kept checking her polka-dot watch over and over. Jenica’s entire soccer team was supposed to be coming in three minutes so they could all get rainbow pedicures before their afternoon game.
    â€œDo you think the jewelry station looks okay?” Brooke asked. She’d spent the last fifteen minutes moving things around, changing the angle of the table and which pillow went where.
    â€œI think it looks fine,” Aly told her, checking her watch again. One minute. She went through the salon’s preparation list in her head one last time. Everything was all set and ready to go. Well, except for the name. Brooke had been mad when Aly rejected Glimmering Good Salon and Magical Manicures earlier that morning, but Mom said that they shouldn’t rush it, that the perfect name would come to them in time. Aly really hoped it would come soon.
    She was looking at her watch when there was a knock on the door. Aly opened it. Nine girls stood in front of her, with Jenica at the front of the pack.
    â€œWelcome,” Aly tried to say, but it came out more like a swallow. She tried again. “Welcome to oursalon.” Then she stepped aside to let everyone walk in.
    â€œLooks nice in here,” Jenica said. “Much better than last time.”
    â€œTotally better,” said Bethany.
    Brooke still had her hand wrapped tightly around her hair, but she wasn’t too nervous to talk. “This is the jewelry-making station,” she said. “While you’re waiting for your pedicure or for your polish to dry, you can make an ankle bracelet.”
    â€œWe can’t wear those,” one of the girls said. “Because of our soccer socks. And shin guards.”
    â€œWe can wear jewelry on our wrists, though,” Jenica said, rolling her eyes. “We’ll just make regular bracelets. It’ll be great.”
    â€œThat’s right. You can make regular bracelets there too,” Brooke said, smiling a tiny bit.
    Aly took a deep breath. It was time to take charge. “Okay,” she said, “let’s get started.”
    Aly put the girls in groups of two, giving everyone instructions.
    â€œAnjuli can go alone,” Jenica said, pointing to a girl with a French braid longer than Brooke’s. “She’s our goalie, so she needs to get her fingernails painted too.”
    â€œIn a rainbow?” Aly asked. It wasn’t a problem—she’d be happy to paint Anjuli’s fingers, she just needed to know the plan.
    â€œI think maybe I want something different for my fingers,” Anjuli said.
    Brooke was