But in the words of the wise Freddie Mercury, the show must go on. She got out of bed and did a run-through of Darcy’s routine a few times. After practicing, she took a shower and laid out her sari so she could easily slip it on before leaving for the prom. She’d had the sari, a deep-turquoise-and-gold georgette, stitched for easy wear and had the tailor put more fullness in the skirt to accommodate the musical canine freestyle routine. And she’d had a matching ruffled skirt thing made for Darcy to wear. The doorbell rang as Kamila was setting out her costume jewelry.

It was Jana, with treats from Dad’s favorite Indian bakery in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

“Shoot,” Kamila said, peeking out after Jana came into the house. “It’s raining. It wasn’t supposed to rain today. My hair…”

Jana raised a brow. “Your hair looks fine.”

“Yeah, but it won’t if I get caught in the rain. I can’t have frizzy hair for Darcy’s dance.”

Jana shook her head as she put the paper bag on the dining table. “I can’t believe you’re going to dance with your dog. In public.”

Kamila shrugged as she started taking parathas, samosas, and sweet rolls out of the bag. This was all way off Dad’s diet. Kamila would serve it with fresh fruit. “Hey, if we’re going to try to be friends, you’re going to have to accept me as I am.”

Jana raised a brow. “Are we going to be friends?”

With all her other self-discoveries last night, she hadn’t really thought about the talk she’d had with Jana yesterday. But she gave it a few seconds now and realized that none of her epiphanies last night would have even happened without Jana. And Kamila much preferred having a friend than a nemesis, anyway. “Yes,” Kamila said. “We should give it a shot long-term. Because you desperately need a girlfriend in town right now, and I need someone to call me out when my ridiculousness goes too far.”

Jana huffed a laugh. “That, I can do.”

“Jana!” Dad said from the stairs. “That smells delicious.”

“Look at the treats she brought!” Kamila said. “I need to talk to you about something, and Jana came for brunch to help me convince you.”

“Ooh, mysterious.” Dad checked his watch. “Rohan asked to meet with me to go over some details for the sale in an hour. I can eat quickly, and maybe we can talk this afternoon?”

Kamila shook her head. “I need to be at the prom then—can you call Rohan to push your meeting back a little bit?”