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Rhea threatened.
    â€œYeah, Syd, after all this prepping, we deserve the blow-by-blow before it ends up on YRT,” teased Carmen.
    â€œOkay, okay! Barring all unexpected paparazzi and hidden cameras, I solemnly swear to give my best friends a full account of my date as soon as I get home,” Sydney assured her girls. She finished applying her favorite lemon-scented Bliss body butter and pulled out the new gray Calvin Klein sweaterdress Rhea had chosen for her from the silver Saks shopping bag. “Now, let me go before Jason shows up and I’m still standing around talking to the two of you in my underwear,” she insisted as she held the dress up against her scantily clad body and tried to envision which of her countless accessories best complemented the form-fitting minidress.
    â€œThe way he looked at school today in that adorable baby blue Lacoste shirt and those Sean John jeans,we’re probably doing you a favor by keeping you on the phone,” Rhea mused playfully.
    â€œUm, Rhea, can you please get your mind out of her man’s pants?” Carmen retorted with a snort at Rhea’s ongoing joke about Jason’s form-fitting football uniform.
    â€œGood-bye, ladies…”
    â€œJust tell me you’re at least wearing the purple polka-dot undies we spent an entire afternoon searching for,” Rhea insisted as Sydney disconnected the call with a smile. She could always depend on her feisty best friend to try to get in the last word.
    Placing the phone on its base and the dress on her bed, Sydney headed into her closet to dig through her enormous jewelry box. She finally settled on twisted, chunky Cartier bangles and the silver hoop set Keisha had bought on a whim and then handed down to Sydney when she decided they didn’t exactly have the same effect as a platinum pair she’d seen Vanessa Williams rocking in Us Weekly a couple of days later. Just as Sydney finished securing her second earring, there was a knock at the bedroom door.
    â€œIt can’t be seven-thirty yet,” she mumbled, grabbing a pair of black tights and hurrying out of the closet to find Lauren standing by her bed gently fingering her dress.
    â€œCute,” Lauren commented. “I hope you’re wearing the right underwear or that panty line is going to be a situation.”
    â€œThanks for the news flash, Britney,” Sydney retorted sarcastically as she shooed her sister away from the bedside so she could sit down. “Um, correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t remember the part where I granted the fashion police permission to come in.”
    â€œMy bad,” Lauren sighed dramatically as she flung herself into Sydney’s desk chair.
    Recognizing the beginnings of a signature Lauren Duke meltdown, Sydney nervously eyed the iHome clock on her nightstand. With only twenty-five minutes until Jason’s scheduled arrival, she still had to get dressed, put on her makeup, and do something with her hair. “Okay, what’s wrong?” she questioned as she carefully pulled up her tights to avoid causing a run. “And honestly, with everything going on, do I even want to hear this right now?”
    â€œI mean, I guess it’s not that big of a deal,” Lauren mumbled as she carelessly flipped through the copy of Vanity Fair Sydney had sitting on top of her closed laptop.
    â€œLauren,” Sydney paused in the middle of pulling her dress over her head. “I’ve only got twenty-five minutes. Spare me the dramatics and start talking.”
    â€œFine,” Lauren pouted as she closed the magazine and turned to face Sydney. “Well, it’s just…I was so excited to see Jermaine. You know? Especially after all the craziness,I just wanted him to hold me and for us to just, like, be together like a normal couple…”
    â€œOkay, so what’s the problem?” Sydney asked over her shoulder as she headed into the bathroom. “Not