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    “I mean you have to call her or something!” Casey bent over and grabbed the folder off the floor and opened it again. “Or meet her. Isn’t there a number for her in here?”
    “No.” Sophie sighed, pointing an index finger at the bottom of the first page and tapping it with her nail. “Only an e-mail address.”
    “Then you have to e-mail her!” Casey exclaimed, grabbing the folder and walking over to Sophie’s MacBook, sitting down at her white lacquered, ultra-mod desk.
    “Hang on,” Sophie cautioned before Casey’s hands could so much as hit the keys. “I don’t even know if she wants to hear from me—much less see me!”
    “Then isn’t it time you found out?” Casey asked, turning to face Sophie, who had her arms crossed over her chest defensively. “Come on,” Casey said softly, reaching out and touching Sophie’s arm. “This is your mom we’re talking about—don’t you want to know her?”
    Sophie opened her mouth, then closed it, biting her bottom lip as she mentally weighed the pros and cons of making such a ballsy move. That was the thing about e-mail—once you let your words loose in the unruly world of cyberspace, you could never really take them back or, more important, delete them.
    “Does she want to know me is the question,” Sophie muttered, releasing the clip from her hair so that it fell down around her shoulders.
    “And why wouldn’t she?” Casey retorted. “You’re her daughter, aren’t you?”
    “I guess,” Sophie mumbled while inspecting her nails, neatly avoiding Casey’s eyes. Casey wasn’t sure exactly why Sophie was so hesitant to contact her mom—especially now that she was practically Hollywood royalty. Casey knew that if she was ever lucky enough to find herself standing in Sophie’s shoes, she’d be sitting on a plane, sunglasses on, faster than you could hum the opening bars of the theme from The O.C. “Come on,” Casey said decisively, running her hands over the mouse and waking up Sophie’s sleeping computer. Just as she opened Sophie’s e-mail, Sophie sighed, pushing her over on the chair.
    “Shove over and let me do it,” Sophie said bossily, strategically pushing her butt onto the chair so that Casey’s own butt cheek was suddenly hanging fleshily—not to mention precariously—in the air. Why does my butt have to be so big? Casey lamented silently, noticing the way Sophie’s entire ass fit neatly on the small space—along with Casey’s half-cheek. Sophie’s ass was so small that you could probably fit two of them neatly side by side on the matching white lacquer surface.
    “What are you going to say?” Casey wondered aloud as Sophie’s hands flew over the keys, her eyes focused on the white screen.
    Dear Ms. Von Norton,
    My name is Sophie St. John, and I have just been informed that you are my biological mother . . .
    “My sweet sixteen party is coming up, right?” Sophie said, her fingers still typing furiously. “I was thinking about maybe inviting her.”
    “Umm . . . Do you think that’s a good idea?” Casey asked, trying to be tactful. In truth, she really couldn’t think of a worse idea. Way to put pressure on the entire night! Not only did Sophie have to pull off one of the hottest parties of the year, she was going to meet her biological mother in front of four hundred of her closest frenemies? Throw in the fact that her mother just happened to be one of Hollywood’s biggest movie stars, and you had the potential for a disaster of epic proportions—kind of like Titanic , but on dry land, surrounded by couture . . . “And why aren’t you sixteen yet anyway?” Casey asked, changing the subject, her brow lined with confusion.
    “I skipped the sixth grade,” Sophie said with a shrug. “So I’m a year younger than everyone else. It’s totally stupid.” Sophie’s hands stopped dead on the keys as she turned to look at Casey. “So, why wouldn’t it be a good idea to invite her?” she asked nervously,