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anything?” Sara asked.
    “I see . . . I see . . .” Darla shifted the mirror. “A zit on my chin.”
    I let out the breath I’d been holding as everyone laughed. Not that I had expected her to see anything, but you never knew, did you?
    “That stupid acne gel doesn’t work,” she complained. “This thing is big enough to have its own zip code. Yuck.”
    She handed the mirror to Sara in disgust.
    Sara repeated the process, though she rushed through the words and shifted the mirror around a lot. “All I see is the back of my head.”
    Isabella took the mirror from Sara when she turned and handed it to her, but Iz was full of attitude about it, I could tell. She was making sounds of impatience and she only used one hand to hold up the mirror. Her voice was bored as she said, “Mary Worth, Mary Worth, Mary Worth.”
    There was a long pause where Isabella stared into the mirror, longer than I would have expected given her clearly bad mood. But then I saw her eyes widen, and she brought the mirror forward, closer to her. Isabella went still, and all we could hear was each other’s suddenly anxious breathing. She was seeing something and we all knew it and we were all too freaked out to ask.
    “Iz?” I whispered. “You okay? Do you see something?”
    She snapped out of it and actually clicked the compact mirror shut. “No.” She scoffed. “Of course not. This whole thing is ridiculous. I’m going back downstairs.”
    There was jostling as she made her way to the door and opened it, flooding the room with the light from the hallway.
    We all blinked at each other.
    “Well, that was weird,” Darla said. “What’s her problem? You’re next, Kenzie.”
    Yeah, because I was just so eager to glance in the mirror and see something crazy. With my luck, Mary Worth would be all old and ugly and holding a pentagram. “Okay.” I took the mirror as Cecily closed the door again. I couldn’t exactly cop out at my own party.
    I fought the urge to close my eyes as I did my three-time chant. Then I looked in the mirror quickly, to get it over with, like pulling off the hot wax strip. If you hesitate, it just makes it worse. There was nothing in the mirror, thank God and then some.
    “Nothing for me either,” I reported, relief in my voice.
    After everyone had a turn and no one saw squat, Cecily turned the light back on and said, “There’s another way to figure out who you’re going to marry.”
    “Is this one of the freaky old wives’ tales where you have to like pee on wax or something?” Darla asked. “Because I’m not doing that.”
    Cecily, her bee antennas bouncing as she shook her head, said, “Eew. No, no peeing, I swear. And by the way, I think that’s if you’re pregnant and want to see if you’re having a boy or a girl. You pee into ammonia or something weird like that.”
    “Oh. Good. So what is this way?”
    “You peel an apple, trying to get the whole peel off in one strip, and then you toss it over your shoulder. It will land in the shape of the initial of the guy you’re going to marry.”
    “We’ll all be marrying someone named Owen then,” Sara said. “Come on, an apple peel is only going to make an O shape.”
    “Let’s try it!” Darla was clearly up for anything.
    And I was easy. Why not? I was sure an apple peel couldn’t twist itself into an A , but then again, it was really hard to visualize marrying Adam anyway. Hello. Sixteen years old. Not looking for the ring quite yet. Just wanted a boyfriend to send me cute texts and to hang out with.
    Fortunately, we had a big bag of apples my mom had just picked up at the farmers’ market down the road. She loved that we lived in a suburb that still had a few remaining farms and she could score fresh fruit and veggies, and she was going to be confused, but pleased, that we had apparently eaten six apples at our party that wasn’t a party.
    I left them digging in the kitchen drawers for paring knives, the destroyed (but being repaired)