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hand model or something,” Dylan offered.
“That should have been
us,
” Massie said. “If we’d won the contest,
we
would have been at
Teen Vogue
this afternoon and
we
would have been asked to model. Not
her.
”
“It’s not fair.” Dylan pressed the on button outside the tanning chamber and stepped inside. She closed her eyes and waited for the spray.
Massie was so blind with rage, she didn’t notice that Kristen was fully dressed. Suddenly her problems were much bigger than showing up at a holiday party with a pale friend. Her entire reputation was in jeopardy. What would people say when they found out Alicia was asked to model and she wasn’t?
Massie was silent for the next fifteen minutes. Once they were in the Blocks’ Range Rover, she finally said, “The time is now.”
“Huh?” Dylan said, grabbing a bowl of low-sodium cashews out of the minibar.
“Payback.”
“You mean we can finally stop being snakes that lie in the weeds?” Dylan said, recalling Massie’s strategy.
“Yup, let’s pounce.”
“Thank God.” Kristen sat up in her seat. “Can I get a seven-letter word for
vengeance?”
She threw her palm in the air and the others high-fived it.
“What’s the plan?” Dylan asked.
“I’ll tell you at the sleepover tonight,” Massie said. She needed time to think.
Isaac stopped the Range Rover in front of the luxurious Montador building.
“This is me.” Kristen opened the car door and waved to her doorman. “I’ll see you after dinner.” The overhead light in the car popped on. “Massie, what’s wrong with your face?”
Massie reached in her bag and pulled out her Chanel compact.
“Ehmagawd,” she screamed. “Alicia got me so pissed, I never finished rubbing in my tan.”
Dylan and Kristen immediately started laughing.
“It’s not funny,” Massie said, wiping her face. She pulled her dress away from her body and looked down at her stomach. “I’m all stripy. I look like a candy cane!”
“’Tis the season,” Kristen said.
“That’s even worse than the Lohan,” Dylan said.
“Isaac, we have to stop at Dr. Juice,” Massie barked toward the front seat. “I need a large Calm immediately. Then drop me off at home so I can exfoliate.”
“What about me?” Dylan asked.
“Isaac will take you last,” Massie said, examining her uneven arms. “This is an emergency.”
Kristen slammed the door and the car sped off down the street.
After the stop at Dr. Juice, Isaac pulled into the circular driveway in front of the Block estate and for the first time ever Massie wished she lived on a smaller piece of property. Suddenly the distance between the Range Rover and her shower seemed endless.
“See ya later,” Massie said to Dylan as she jumped out of the SUV with her bag in one hand and her banana, strawberry, and kava kava juice in the other.
She ran across the gravel of their circular driveway through the grass, and up the stone steps that led to the tall oak doors. Too frantic to search for her keys, Massie dropped her bag so she could pound the iron knocker and ring the bell with her elbow at the same time.
“What is it?” she could hear Kendra, her mother, shouting as she raced down the steps.
Inez beat her to it and opened the door.
“Look at me,” Massie wailed when she saw them.
“Your dress is on inside out,” Kendra said.
“No, my skin. My skin!” Massie said. “I’m uneven.”
Inez waved her hands in the air. “I have to check on dinner,” she said. This was a problem for Kendra, not her.
Massie felt her mother’s arm around her shoulders. She was gently being led into the sitting room, just off the front hallway. “Honey,” Kendra said softly when they were alone, “do you mind keeping it down? The women from my self-help book club are meeting in the upstairs parlor.” Kendra pinched the pink diamond on her necklace and slid it back and forth along her gold chain. “We’re reading
Power of Now
and trying to stay in a
“That should have been
us,
” Massie said. “If we’d won the contest,
we
would have been at
Teen Vogue
this afternoon and
we
would have been asked to model. Not
her.
”
“It’s not fair.” Dylan pressed the on button outside the tanning chamber and stepped inside. She closed her eyes and waited for the spray.
Massie was so blind with rage, she didn’t notice that Kristen was fully dressed. Suddenly her problems were much bigger than showing up at a holiday party with a pale friend. Her entire reputation was in jeopardy. What would people say when they found out Alicia was asked to model and she wasn’t?
Massie was silent for the next fifteen minutes. Once they were in the Blocks’ Range Rover, she finally said, “The time is now.”
“Huh?” Dylan said, grabbing a bowl of low-sodium cashews out of the minibar.
“Payback.”
“You mean we can finally stop being snakes that lie in the weeds?” Dylan said, recalling Massie’s strategy.
“Yup, let’s pounce.”
“Thank God.” Kristen sat up in her seat. “Can I get a seven-letter word for
vengeance?”
She threw her palm in the air and the others high-fived it.
“What’s the plan?” Dylan asked.
“I’ll tell you at the sleepover tonight,” Massie said. She needed time to think.
Isaac stopped the Range Rover in front of the luxurious Montador building.
“This is me.” Kristen opened the car door and waved to her doorman. “I’ll see you after dinner.” The overhead light in the car popped on. “Massie, what’s wrong with your face?”
Massie reached in her bag and pulled out her Chanel compact.
“Ehmagawd,” she screamed. “Alicia got me so pissed, I never finished rubbing in my tan.”
Dylan and Kristen immediately started laughing.
“It’s not funny,” Massie said, wiping her face. She pulled her dress away from her body and looked down at her stomach. “I’m all stripy. I look like a candy cane!”
“’Tis the season,” Kristen said.
“That’s even worse than the Lohan,” Dylan said.
“Isaac, we have to stop at Dr. Juice,” Massie barked toward the front seat. “I need a large Calm immediately. Then drop me off at home so I can exfoliate.”
“What about me?” Dylan asked.
“Isaac will take you last,” Massie said, examining her uneven arms. “This is an emergency.”
Kristen slammed the door and the car sped off down the street.
After the stop at Dr. Juice, Isaac pulled into the circular driveway in front of the Block estate and for the first time ever Massie wished she lived on a smaller piece of property. Suddenly the distance between the Range Rover and her shower seemed endless.
“See ya later,” Massie said to Dylan as she jumped out of the SUV with her bag in one hand and her banana, strawberry, and kava kava juice in the other.
She ran across the gravel of their circular driveway through the grass, and up the stone steps that led to the tall oak doors. Too frantic to search for her keys, Massie dropped her bag so she could pound the iron knocker and ring the bell with her elbow at the same time.
“What is it?” she could hear Kendra, her mother, shouting as she raced down the steps.
Inez beat her to it and opened the door.
“Look at me,” Massie wailed when she saw them.
“Your dress is on inside out,” Kendra said.
“No, my skin. My skin!” Massie said. “I’m uneven.”
Inez waved her hands in the air. “I have to check on dinner,” she said. This was a problem for Kendra, not her.
Massie felt her mother’s arm around her shoulders. She was gently being led into the sitting room, just off the front hallway. “Honey,” Kendra said softly when they were alone, “do you mind keeping it down? The women from my self-help book club are meeting in the upstairs parlor.” Kendra pinched the pink diamond on her necklace and slid it back and forth along her gold chain. “We’re reading
Power of Now
and trying to stay in a
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