Re-Vamped!
had Olivia take off her shoes and sit on top of the
piano.
    Kong
told Olivia to pose like a lounge singer, while Ivy pretended to play the
piano. They finished with both girls standing atop the piano, holding their
high-heeled shoes in their hands and shouting the words to “I Wear My
Sunglasses at Night.” Georgia and her crew looked ecstatic.
    Then
Olivia changed into a luxurious burgundy satin ball gown, while Ivy slipped
into a dark green one that trailed onto the stone floor, and they posed next to
one of the balusters at the bottom of the main staircase. Olivia felt just like
a character in the Count Vira novels she loved so much.
    Kong
handed the camera to Sophia to let her take some pictures.
    “More
drama! More passion!” Sophia called enthusiastically.
    Ivy
stood beside Olivia on the bottom stair, one hand on the balustrade and the
other on her hip, while Olivia tried to accentuate her cheekbones for the
camera.
    After
Sophia gave the camera back, Olivia saw her whispering in Kong’s ear. Then Kong
waved Georgia over and Sophia continued whispering to the two of them. Kong’s
bald head bobbed enthusiastically on his enormous shoulders.
    “Young
lady,” Olivia heard Georgia say at last, “when you are of working age, you will
call me.” Then she turned away. “Kitty!” she called, “I want every drop of
makeup off these girls.”
    Once
their faces were completely clean, Kitty told Olivia and Ivy to follow her to
the guest bathroom on the second floor. Olivia thought it was so they could
change again, but when she got there, Kong and Sophia were setting up lights.
    Sophia
came over. “This is going to be killer,” she said. She gestured to a tall,
ornate oval mirror that leaned up against one wall. “We’re going to shoot you
so you’re looking at yourselves in the mirror. Except you won’t be able to see
the camera in the shot.”
    “You
can do that?” Ivy wondered.
    “I
read about it in a book,” Sophia said under her breath. “We have to get the
angle exactly right.”
    A few
minutes later, Olivia and Ivy were posing next to each other, Olivia in a
simple white shift dress and Ivy in a simple black one. Olivia stared at the
reflection of herself and her sister.Their skin tones were different, of
course, and their eye color, but otherwise they looked, well . . . identical .
“Olivia?” Ivy murmured.
    “Yeah?”
said Olivia, trying not to break the pose which Kong had just carefully
orchestrated.
    “I
think I see my reflection,” Ivy whispered, “and it’s you!”

Chapter 7
    A
little girl with long black hair and black whiskers drawn on her face opened
the door to Brendan’s house and shrieked at the top of her lungs, “IVY’S
SISTER’S HERE!!!” Then she grabbed Olivia’s hand and pulled her inside. “Want
to see my room?”
    “Um,”
Olivia said, glancing around. “Is Brendan home?”
    “His
room’s boring.” The little girl sighed, rolling her eyes. “Come on!” she said,
dragging Olivia toward the stairs.
    “What’s
your name?” Olivia asked.
    “I’m
Bethany,” the little girl declared. “And I’m seven, but I’m utterly mature.”
    Bethany
pushed open a door that had a DO
    NOT
EXPOSE TO SUNLIGHT sign on it. “So you’re a cheerleader?” Bethany asked. Olivia
nodded. “I think cheerleaders suck. Look!” she said, kneeling down in front of
a black dollhouse. She reached into a tiny bathroom and produced a Barbie doll
that had red pom-poms glued to her hands. “Do you like her? She lives in the
bathtub.”
    Olivia
laughed, taking off her jacket. “Does she know any cheers?”
    Bethany
nodded and made the doll hop around on the floor. “Two, four, six, eight. The
bunny hop is really great!”
    Olivia
made the sound of a roaring crowd.
    Bethany
giggled. Then she said, “Will you come play with me after Ivy moves away?”
    Olivia
felt an ache deep in her heart. She nodded silently.
    Bethany
smiled gratefully, even though her eyes were on her doll, which

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