“What happened is someone decided to objectify our sister,” Abe lectured Hannah like a concerned teacher. “And Dad doesn’t seem to care,” he added under his breath.

“And what does ‘objectify’ even mean?” Hannah asked, but not in the way that sounded like she actually wanted the answer. Hannah had the ability to ask questions in a voice that said, “You should really shut up.”

“It means,” Abe answered anyway, growing heated, “that someone decided to treat her like an object. They ranked her like you’d rank video games, like ‘Top Fifty RPF Games,’ or like how you’d rate an action figure on Amazon, ignoring that she’s a human being.” He pounded the table and dropped his fork. “Jesus, it’s so sick.”

“Abe!” Eve’s mom snapped. “Enough with the language!”

“Really? That one? Whatever,” he muttered, and returned to shoveling food in his mouth, quickly and ferociously, as if he were about to run a marathon. Ever since he’d hit high school, he could consume three portions and still be hungry a couple of hours later, searching the fridge at all hours of the night. It drove Eve crazy when there were leftovers of her favorite dish for her lunch the next day, but Abe went on a midnight raid, and by morning they were all gone.

“Well, I think it’s a compliment,” Hannah chirped.

“It is!” Her dad put a hand on Hannah’s. “And I don’t need a list to tell me that my daughters are the most beautiful girls in the world.”

He smiled warmly at Eve, but her stomach churned. She didn’t quite know why.

Abe rolled his eyes and prepared for a debate, but their mom’s glare quieted him. Her mom hated fighting, which was too bad because her family bickered pretty much every night.

“Is Nessa super sad that you’re number one and she’s not even on it?” Hannah asked, chewing as she spoke.

“No!” Eve scoffed. “We’re best friends!”

And it hit Eve that she didn’t actually know the answer. Nessa hadn’t seemed sad that day, but she should have asked Nessa how the list had made her feel. Eve had been so wrapped up in herself that she was acting exactly like the kind of girl who would be number one on a “prettiest” list, like a Sophie, only thinking about who was staring at her and when and why.

Later that night, flopping on her bed, she texted Nessa. Hey. I’m such a total Malfoy for not asking how you’re feeling about this stupid list.

Before Nessa could even respond, Eve added, You know you’re so pretty, right?

lolololol, Nessa wrote back. thanks ill keep that in my heart 4ever

Eve giggled and sent a GIF of some goofy-looking guy shrugging.

Nessa responded with a GIF of a model strutting down the runway and flipping her hair.

im fine, obvs, Nessa wrote. look its not a secret that a bigger girl isnt going to be in the top 50. or 100. haha not at ford at least