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She’d been taking fashion design classes at night since the 10th grade. We weren’t really associated except through gym. We sat next to each other during roll call. Then, nextthing I heard, she had a recurring role on some soap opera. Now she would qualify as a star. Magazines were different from TV. I had no need for fame. It’d be that much harder to keep a secret.
    I walked over to the black BMW. The twins’ parents had bought them both black BMWs for their 16th birthday. “Mine’s in the shop,” Frenchy said. Sierra walked up to a blue Prius.
    â€œIs your car in the shop too?” I asked.
    â€œNo, I decided to trade mine in,” Sierra said.
    â€œThis is so cool. My mom keeps saying she’s going to trade the Merc for a Smart car,” Cece said.
    â€œYeah, I’d like to see someone try that on for size—a Mercedes for a Smart car. Just dumb!” Frenchy said.
    â€œStop throwing shade,” Sierra said.
    â€œM, you know, I drive past your billboard every day. My mom made me intern this past year at one of her stores. She says I need to learn how money is made,” Cece said.
    â€œYeah, I’m peddling fragrance now.” I laughed. Sierra laughed. Cece look bewildered. “I’m just being silly. The fragrance is totally me. I love Undercover Starlet.”
    â€œMilan, enough shop talk,” Sierra said. We all piled into Sierra’s Prius. I sat in the front seat. Cece and Frenchy sat in the back. “You’re riding right. Don’t leave me alone with Frenchy,” Sierra said as she pulled away. I caught a glimpse of Frenchy in the rearview mirror. She was busy texting.
    â€œBy the way, Cara’s going to meet us in half,” Frenchy said.
    â€œFrenchy, I don’t know why you think Cara’s cool. She almost had her tongue down Dimitri’s throat. That doesn’t tell you something?” Sierra said.
    â€œYou’re just mad because you used to have a crush on him!” Frenchy said.
    â€œI did not!” Sierra returned.
    â€œWhatev. When we first met him, you said he was hot enough to melt a snowman in the dead of winter,” Frenchy said.
    â€œI did not!”
    â€œI could never make up something so cheesy!” Frenchy said.
    Sierra’s face turned beet red. “I hope she’s giving you a ride home!”
    â€œI sleep in the house with you,” Frenchy said, raising her eyebrow.
    â€œYou’re taking this all very well, Milan,” Sierra said.
    â€œI’m well adjusted,” I said. Sierra and I looked at each other and laughed. “Cece, do you like riding?” I asked. We needed a change of subject.
    â€œYes, but I haven’t ridden since I was little,” she said.
    â€œIt’s like riding a bike,” Sierra said.
    â€œCool. I’m going to do some riding too!” I said.
    â€œYeah, last time Milan almost got thrown from the horse, head first!” Frenchy said.
    â€œThat wasn’t funny!” I said. “And it wasn’t last time. That was like three months ago. Get your facts straight! Guys, are you trying to scare Cece? It wasn’t that bad.” I kept my fingers crossed as I said that. It was pretty alarming. The horse they gave me was some young stallion. As soon as I got on him, he took off. I could barely control him. Iwas so nervous. The trainer said the horse knew when you were nervous. If I was in control of myself, then I could control the horse. Who was going to control Frenchy?

Chapter 3 What’s a Girl to Do?
    I walked out of the house as quickly as possible. Grandpapa and Nana were upstairs watching television. Dimitri had left already. Hopefully he was on his way to Tai’s. If not, this would be the first time he arrived at any function before I did. I walked up the slate driveway, one three-inch black sandalwood-trimmed open-toed platform sandal in front of the other. My love affair with shoes was only