make it tonight though, pity . . .’
Great , thought Janey, who hadn’t fancied partying with that creep.
‘. . . but Brandon’s coming after midnight. He’s got another party to go to beforehand.’
Janey blushed a little at the mention of Brandon’s name, her heartbeat kicking up a notch. Freddy smiled again. ‘Like him, do you? Luz says he’s way too hot for you, but you never know. I think she’s just jealous, because I could’ve sworn I noticed some definite two-way chemistry when he pulled you into that clinch!’ She ran a brush through Janey’s shining, still perfectly obedient hair, and winked.
Janey grinned, but didn’t reply. Obviously, Brandon hadn’t bothered to update his social set on his secret, sort-of date with her at the Café de Paris. Or the fact that he’d given Janey his mobile number and she already had it programmed into her phone. Janey hugged the knowledge to herself, hoping the afternoon they’d spent together had been just as special to him as it had been to her.
‘Luz is probably right,’ Janey agreed, wondering what else Freddy’s snobby friend had said about her behind her back. ‘He’s way, way too hot for me. But, yes, I’d love to go to the rave.’ Getting up and backing out of Freddy’s room, she said, ‘I’ll just go and see what I have to wear.’
Excitement levels rising, Janey headed back to her bedroom and studied the clothes she had, wondering what would work best for a rave. She almost screamed as she brought the beautiful vintage shift Ness had lent her out of the wardrobe and found Freddy standing just behind her, frowning.
‘I didn’t even hear you come in!’ Janey gasped as Freddy examined the shift and shook her head.
‘You can’t wear that to the rave!’ Freddy exclaimed. ‘Not if you want to make Brandon sit up and take notice, and Luz eat her words.’
She stepped around her taller cousin and flicked through every piece of clothing hanging in Janey’s wardrobe as though she were an A-list Hollywood stylist on a last-minute awards night makeover mission.
‘No, no, no, definitely no, and absolutely no.’ Freddy fingered the wrap dress as if it were something that had died and begun to smell. ‘It’s not a tea party , Janey. You’re aiming for “drive him wild”, not polite indifference.’
‘What do you suggest then?’ Janey said a touch desperately, as Freddy reached the end of her borrowed wardrobe with a look of concern.
‘I’ll style you for the rave from my own stuff.’ Freddy spun on her heel and fixed Janey with her dark, level gaze. ‘Everything you’ve brought along to wear is so wrong for tonight. Let me help! I’ve got tonnes of clothes – we’re sure to find something that’ll cause a sensation.’
‘Uh, okay,’ said Janey hesitantly, as Freddy grabbed her by the hem of her very uncool PJs and dragged her back down the hallway.
It took almost all afternoon for Freddy to be satisfied with both their reflections in the full-length mirrors flanking the entry-way to her spacious walk-in wardrobe.
Of course, Freddy looked catwalk-ready in a navy sequined mini-shift and towering gladiator sandals that showed off her long, honey-coloured limbs and ‘international’ hair to perfection.
Janey though, wasn’t so sure about how she looked. She did like the way that Freddy had done her make-up – giving her dramatic, smoky eyes and a strong lip in a glittery bronze-based palette that really brought out her features. Thanks also to Freddy’s earlier efforts, her hair still looked fantastically sleek. And Freddy had finally deemed her a knockout! But Janey still wasn’t completely sold on her overall silhouette. For one thing, the tiny, red, frayed-hem mini she was wearing just made her freckly white legs look even longer and more pale and freckly than they did already. And her leopard print baby-doll top made her usually flat chest look enormous . Her whole upper half seemed so, well, spotty .
‘You
Great , thought Janey, who hadn’t fancied partying with that creep.
‘. . . but Brandon’s coming after midnight. He’s got another party to go to beforehand.’
Janey blushed a little at the mention of Brandon’s name, her heartbeat kicking up a notch. Freddy smiled again. ‘Like him, do you? Luz says he’s way too hot for you, but you never know. I think she’s just jealous, because I could’ve sworn I noticed some definite two-way chemistry when he pulled you into that clinch!’ She ran a brush through Janey’s shining, still perfectly obedient hair, and winked.
Janey grinned, but didn’t reply. Obviously, Brandon hadn’t bothered to update his social set on his secret, sort-of date with her at the Café de Paris. Or the fact that he’d given Janey his mobile number and she already had it programmed into her phone. Janey hugged the knowledge to herself, hoping the afternoon they’d spent together had been just as special to him as it had been to her.
‘Luz is probably right,’ Janey agreed, wondering what else Freddy’s snobby friend had said about her behind her back. ‘He’s way, way too hot for me. But, yes, I’d love to go to the rave.’ Getting up and backing out of Freddy’s room, she said, ‘I’ll just go and see what I have to wear.’
Excitement levels rising, Janey headed back to her bedroom and studied the clothes she had, wondering what would work best for a rave. She almost screamed as she brought the beautiful vintage shift Ness had lent her out of the wardrobe and found Freddy standing just behind her, frowning.
‘I didn’t even hear you come in!’ Janey gasped as Freddy examined the shift and shook her head.
‘You can’t wear that to the rave!’ Freddy exclaimed. ‘Not if you want to make Brandon sit up and take notice, and Luz eat her words.’
She stepped around her taller cousin and flicked through every piece of clothing hanging in Janey’s wardrobe as though she were an A-list Hollywood stylist on a last-minute awards night makeover mission.
‘No, no, no, definitely no, and absolutely no.’ Freddy fingered the wrap dress as if it were something that had died and begun to smell. ‘It’s not a tea party , Janey. You’re aiming for “drive him wild”, not polite indifference.’
‘What do you suggest then?’ Janey said a touch desperately, as Freddy reached the end of her borrowed wardrobe with a look of concern.
‘I’ll style you for the rave from my own stuff.’ Freddy spun on her heel and fixed Janey with her dark, level gaze. ‘Everything you’ve brought along to wear is so wrong for tonight. Let me help! I’ve got tonnes of clothes – we’re sure to find something that’ll cause a sensation.’
‘Uh, okay,’ said Janey hesitantly, as Freddy grabbed her by the hem of her very uncool PJs and dragged her back down the hallway.
It took almost all afternoon for Freddy to be satisfied with both their reflections in the full-length mirrors flanking the entry-way to her spacious walk-in wardrobe.
Of course, Freddy looked catwalk-ready in a navy sequined mini-shift and towering gladiator sandals that showed off her long, honey-coloured limbs and ‘international’ hair to perfection.
Janey though, wasn’t so sure about how she looked. She did like the way that Freddy had done her make-up – giving her dramatic, smoky eyes and a strong lip in a glittery bronze-based palette that really brought out her features. Thanks also to Freddy’s earlier efforts, her hair still looked fantastically sleek. And Freddy had finally deemed her a knockout! But Janey still wasn’t completely sold on her overall silhouette. For one thing, the tiny, red, frayed-hem mini she was wearing just made her freckly white legs look even longer and more pale and freckly than they did already. And her leopard print baby-doll top made her usually flat chest look enormous . Her whole upper half seemed so, well, spotty .
‘You
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