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it.”
Lucy tried to let the meaning of their words sink in. But for some reason she couldn’t really feel it. Why wasn’t it sinking in? She pictured Colin’s sweet sad face and quickly shut her eyes. She’d had no choice. It was over. There was no point in thinking about it anymore. She forced her eyes open and looked at the smiling faces of her sisters. “This is amazing,” she said. “You guys are amazing.”
“No, Luce, you are,” Gil said quietly. “Thank you for doing what you needed to do, even though it was hard.”
“All right,” Liza said. “You’re amazing, we’re amazing, everyone’s amazing. Put your ass in the seat—SoundWave awaits.”
“Now? I need to go in and tell my mom I’ll be gone. . . .” Lucy’s head was spinning. “I forgot it was . . .”
“She’s not home,” Gil said. “But don’t worry—I already took care of it.”
“You did? Did you use . . . ?”
Gil laughed at Lucy’s concerned expression. “No, I didn’t do magic on your mother if that’s what you’re wondering. She passed us on her way out, and I just told her we were going to stay at Olivia’s house for the weekend because a boy dumped her and we needed to cheer her up. She said breakups are really hard and that we were very nice friends. She also said you should call her if you need anything.”
“Okay,” said Lucy. “Wow, great. I’ll just run in and grab my stuff.”
Olivia shook her head. “I think you might need some new stuff to go with that fancy new guitar of yours. We’ll stop on the way.”
And with that, Lucy hopped in, Gil shut the door, Olivia started the car, and Liza cranked the music. They drove off dancing.
Olivia was showing Bastian, the beautiful head stylist, a photo on her phone. “Something like this?” she said. “Maybe?” She swiped to another photo. “What do you think?” Bastian pursed his rosebud lips and furrowed his heavy brow. “Hmmm,” he said. And then he steepled his fingers and closed his eyes like he was deep in meditation despite the pounding dance music.
It was two hours since they’d left Lucy’s house, and this was their ninth stop in a whirlwind shopping extravaganza. They’d already gone to five different stores in a high-end mall, a shop selling handmade leather boots, an amazing vintage store, and a makeup outlet for makeup artists. At each new destination, Lucy barely had time to get her bearings before Olivia, Liza, and Gil marched up to the counter with a very careful selection of completely perfect items, all of which Olivia paid for with bills peeled from a large roll she kept in her tiny purse. The whole thing was kind of overwhelming.
And now there they were at some place called Cream, which looked like a hotel, sounded like a club, and was actually an incredibly expensive salon.
To Lucy’s left, Olivia, Liza, and Gil sat themselves down in identical white leather salon chairs and started chatting with their stylists.
In the mirror, Lucy saw Bastian open his eyes, nod at himself, and then without a single word take a pair of goldscissors from the pocket of his black leather pants, and begin to snip.
An hour and a half later, four girls stood side by side in front of Cream’s huge gilt-edged mirror. There was Liza, whose streaky mane was now a bit streakier; Gil, whose pixie cut was highlighted with chestnut; Olivia, whose roots had been touched up and whose hair was an inch or two shorter in length; and a mystery girl Lucy had never seen before—some badass rock chick who was apparently supposed to be Lucy.
Badass rock chick Lucy had bright blonde, almost white hair, which had been teased and tousled and highlighted with the thinnest streaks of gold, actual shiny metallic gold as though strands of her hair had been dipped in something precious. She was wearing a charcoal-gray silk bra and a sheer white T-shirt printed with the logo of some obscure band Lucy had never heard of. Liza had borrowed a pair of hair-cutting
Lucy tried to let the meaning of their words sink in. But for some reason she couldn’t really feel it. Why wasn’t it sinking in? She pictured Colin’s sweet sad face and quickly shut her eyes. She’d had no choice. It was over. There was no point in thinking about it anymore. She forced her eyes open and looked at the smiling faces of her sisters. “This is amazing,” she said. “You guys are amazing.”
“No, Luce, you are,” Gil said quietly. “Thank you for doing what you needed to do, even though it was hard.”
“All right,” Liza said. “You’re amazing, we’re amazing, everyone’s amazing. Put your ass in the seat—SoundWave awaits.”
“Now? I need to go in and tell my mom I’ll be gone. . . .” Lucy’s head was spinning. “I forgot it was . . .”
“She’s not home,” Gil said. “But don’t worry—I already took care of it.”
“You did? Did you use . . . ?”
Gil laughed at Lucy’s concerned expression. “No, I didn’t do magic on your mother if that’s what you’re wondering. She passed us on her way out, and I just told her we were going to stay at Olivia’s house for the weekend because a boy dumped her and we needed to cheer her up. She said breakups are really hard and that we were very nice friends. She also said you should call her if you need anything.”
“Okay,” said Lucy. “Wow, great. I’ll just run in and grab my stuff.”
Olivia shook her head. “I think you might need some new stuff to go with that fancy new guitar of yours. We’ll stop on the way.”
And with that, Lucy hopped in, Gil shut the door, Olivia started the car, and Liza cranked the music. They drove off dancing.
Olivia was showing Bastian, the beautiful head stylist, a photo on her phone. “Something like this?” she said. “Maybe?” She swiped to another photo. “What do you think?” Bastian pursed his rosebud lips and furrowed his heavy brow. “Hmmm,” he said. And then he steepled his fingers and closed his eyes like he was deep in meditation despite the pounding dance music.
It was two hours since they’d left Lucy’s house, and this was their ninth stop in a whirlwind shopping extravaganza. They’d already gone to five different stores in a high-end mall, a shop selling handmade leather boots, an amazing vintage store, and a makeup outlet for makeup artists. At each new destination, Lucy barely had time to get her bearings before Olivia, Liza, and Gil marched up to the counter with a very careful selection of completely perfect items, all of which Olivia paid for with bills peeled from a large roll she kept in her tiny purse. The whole thing was kind of overwhelming.
And now there they were at some place called Cream, which looked like a hotel, sounded like a club, and was actually an incredibly expensive salon.
To Lucy’s left, Olivia, Liza, and Gil sat themselves down in identical white leather salon chairs and started chatting with their stylists.
In the mirror, Lucy saw Bastian open his eyes, nod at himself, and then without a single word take a pair of goldscissors from the pocket of his black leather pants, and begin to snip.
An hour and a half later, four girls stood side by side in front of Cream’s huge gilt-edged mirror. There was Liza, whose streaky mane was now a bit streakier; Gil, whose pixie cut was highlighted with chestnut; Olivia, whose roots had been touched up and whose hair was an inch or two shorter in length; and a mystery girl Lucy had never seen before—some badass rock chick who was apparently supposed to be Lucy.
Badass rock chick Lucy had bright blonde, almost white hair, which had been teased and tousled and highlighted with the thinnest streaks of gold, actual shiny metallic gold as though strands of her hair had been dipped in something precious. She was wearing a charcoal-gray silk bra and a sheer white T-shirt printed with the logo of some obscure band Lucy had never heard of. Liza had borrowed a pair of hair-cutting
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