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    Tamara snorted. "A few months ago, Mr. Perfect was flashing you in the bushes in Palm Beach and slipping into hot tubs with anyone with a pulse. Sorry. I just don't believe that Graydon had a complete personality overhaul."

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    Adrienne knew Tamara was trying to be helpful. She also knew Tamara wouldn't quit bugging her until she agreed. "Okay," Adrienne said. "I hear you."

    "Good!" Tamara grinned, the subject obviously dropped--at least for now. "So, what's up after school? Do you all want to go hang out in the Village?"

    "I can't." Adrienne sighed. "I have to head up to the Warners'."

    "We'll walk you to the subway," Lily said, putting her arm through Adrienne's.

    The three girls stepped out the front doors of Van Rensselaer High into the bright and crisp February day.

    "What's going on?" Tamara said. "Why is everyone standing around the curb?"

    Adrienne stood on tiptoe and tried to see over the crowd. As they moved closer, she realized what all the fuss was about.

    The Warners' Rolls stood at the edge of the street, gleaming and black, its chrome fittings highly polished.The uniformed driver stood near the car, keeping the high school kids from getting too close.

    Adrienne blinked. Why would Mrs. Warner send the car for me? Is there some kind of an emergency? Do I have to take Emma somewhere? Adrienne scanned her mental planner, trying to remember if Emma had appointments or special classes, but came up blank.

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    "Miss Adrienne!" the chauffeur called, waving as he spotted her.

    Lily and Tamara turned and stared at Adrienne. "Miss Adrienne?" Lily said.

    Adrienne shrugged. "It's a rich thing."

    The three friends walked to the curb, the other kids parting for them as if they were celebrities. It felt strange to have all those eyes on her. Still, she had to admit it gave her kind of a thrill to be so important--to be someone who had a car sent for her. Like she was special.

    "Hey,Adrienne," a girl from her math class called,"can I have your autograph?"

    "You going to a funeral?" a boy from English shouted.

    "Yeah, yours, if you don't quit hollering in my ear," the boy next to him grumbled.

    Adrienne winced. This wasn't exactly the kind of attention she wanted.

    "Master Warner had me bring the car to take you to work," the chauffer said.

    "Now that's my kind of commute." Lily sighed enviously.

    Adrienne sighed, too, but for a different reason. On the one hand, it was really sweet of Graydon to send her a ride to work, especially after she'd complained during their date about spending half her life on the subway. But it was such an over-the-top display.Typical Warner mentality.

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    She glanced at Tamara and Lily, who were practically drooling. Well, at least I can share the wealth.

    "Say." Adrienne stepped up to the chauffeur. "Would it be all right if we dropped off my friends at Washington Square first?"

    "Of course," the chauffeur replied, opening the door. "Please get in."

    The three girls climbed into the backseat of the lux- urious car.

    "Oh, man,"Tamara said, stretching her arms across the top of the backseat. She stroked the soft leather upholstery. "I have got to get me one of these after I make my platinum record!"

    Lily looked stunned."This car is bigger than my bed- room," she said with awe.

    Suddenly, the voice of the driver startled them. "Master Graydon asked me to play this for you," he said. The sounds of the Russian song Adrienne and Graydon had danced to at the nightclub came through the speakers.

    Adrienne shut her eyes, remembering how it felt to have Graydon's arms around her while they danced. It wasn't the fancy car that made her smile; it was the fact that Graydon had gone to such trouble to track down the CD.

    You'd better watch out, Adrienne thought, leaning against the soft leather seat. If you're not careful, you just