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you to stay out of my way. Company’s coming, and I think he’s allergic to two-legged female dogs who like to set up people for punishment,” she said, then walked toward the front door without a care in the world. As far as she was concerned, Yummy could kiss what was turned her way.
    â€œUh ... young lady,” her mother said, walking out of the kitchen and curling her finger in a come-here fashion. “You do know I can hear you, right? You’ve said nothing but bad things about Yummy starting trouble, yet you’re the only one I ever hear bad-mouthing. Don’t talk to her that way. Okay? You two are sisters, like it or not.”
    Kassidy just nodded, startled that her mom was home and glad that she hadn’t caught her in Yummy’s room. If she had been caught, the punishment would’ve been worse than one day at home. “ Step . We’re step sisters.”
    Her mother playfully thumped her head. “A hard head makes a soft behind. Well, as long as I’m your manager and you want to go on this interview that I just set up, you’ll be whatever I say. Right?” She handed Kassidy a note with the details, then turned and winked, walking out of the room.
    Kassidy followed her mother’s wink and saw Yummy. She stood against the wall with crossed arms and a scowl across her face. “We ain’t step nothing,” she whispered, loud enough for only Kassidy to hear. “Model my foot.”
    Kassidy rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe that Yummy had had the nerve to eavesdrop so blatantly. She took another look at her mother’s stepdaughter and reconsidered. Yes, she could believe it.
    â€œWhatever,” Kassidy growled back. “You’re just jealous.”
    â€œDo you want the interview or not?” her mother asked, returning back to the room and pointing to the note she’d given Kassidy. “Read it.”
    â€œYes!” Kassidy said, looking at it and pumping her fist in the air. She kissed her mother on the cheek. The interview wasn’t just any regular meeting. It was one with the best modeling agency in Los Angeles. One that could secure her a spot with big-name designers and major magazines. “Gotcha. No bad-mouthing,” she promised. She dialed Faith before she reached the screen door, and was giving her a run-down of the details before her feet touched the porch. Her phone vibrated against her ear while she was talking, and she excused herself from her conversation with Faith while she checked to see who was calling. Unknown Caller floated across the screen.
    â€œGod! Why do they keep calling me?” she said, putting the phone back to her ear.
    â€œWho’s calling you?” Faith asked from the other end, panic in her voice.
    â€œSomeone keeps calling anonymously. You okay?” Kassidy asked. “You sound rattled.”
    Faith laughed. “Sorry. I can’t help it. I kept getting strange calls, too; that’s all. You know you can program your anonymous calls to go straight to voice mail,” she said, then told Kassidy how to do it.
    Kassidy put her phone on speaker, then did as she was instructed. “Thanks, Faith. You’ve been great. So are we meeting up later?”
    â€œI’ll be here in New York until next week. Hopefully, I can track down Brent by then. I’ve been asking around. But no luck so far,” Faith told her.
    â€œOkay, cool. Call me later so I can tell you all about my Cali boys. I got Romero, but he’s just someone to talk to. No love there. Then there’s Carsen—a fine piece of something who’s taking me out on his motorcycle—”
    â€œDid you say Larsen?” Faith interrupted.
    Kassidy laughed. “No, silly. Carsen. Carsen with a C . He rides with this motorcycle club. He’s sixteen, I think, with braids.”
    â€œUmph,” Faith said. “I thought you said Larsen. Anyway, I gotta run. I’ll call you