“This Emily Dickins sounds just sad to me. And loaded. Staying in your room all day writing ‘roses are red’ or whatever? Ignoring the world?” And it must be nice not to need to go out and make an actual living, Sophie didn’t say out loud.

“No, it wasn’t like that!” Eve insisted, shaking her head.

The more she talked, the less Eve sounded like the quiet girl from school. Sophie found this Eve much more interesting.

“Stop moving your head!” Sophie commanded. “And don’t forget that when you’re doing this, you need to start from the scalp and slowly pull the straightener down to the tips, okay? Actually, try it yourself real quick.” Sophie handed Eve the straightener and smirked as Eve struggled. “Anyway, I’m just saying, it’s okay to be romantic and stuff, but it’s not always the real world. Maybe Emily Dickins could have used some time in the hallways.”

Eve said nothing except “Dickinson” and handed the straightener back to Sophie.

“Is that her?” Sophie nodded to a book on Eve’s bed stand with Emily’s name and a picture of her, she assumed. “I wonder what number she would’ve been on the list,” Sophie said, and, to her surprise, Eve chuckled.

“That’s pretty funny!”

“She’s kinda cute, really.” Sophie found herself giggling, too.

Sophie heard her phone ding. She went to check it. “It’s the Choir Room Trio text.”

“Yeah? What’s it say?” Eve asked.

“I thought you weren’t allowed to use your phone,” Sophie teased.

“You can tell me what’s on your phone!”

“Nessa says that Brody, Caleb, Winston, Aidan, and Tariq are posting a bunch of nasty comments under girls’ pictures about what number they are on the list.”

“Disgusting.”

“Typical.”

The phone dinged once more.

“What else?” Eve asked.

“Oh, Nessa asks how the makeover is going.”

“Well?” Eve asked. “How is it going?”

“Finished,” Sophie answered.

She stood in front of Eve and took in the full view. Wow. Sophie had turned this girl into a movie star. She led Eve to the full-length mirror on the back of Eve’s bedroom door.

“Voilà.” Sophie couldn’t help herself—she smiled, thin lip and all.

Eve gasped. “I look—I—I look—”

“Like a goddess,” Sophie said. She curtsied in her jeans.

Eve spun in a circle, even though her skirt didn’t twirl at all.

“See? Kind of fun, right?” Sophie went to Eve and adjusted her skirt a bit.

Then, still staring at herself, Eve awkwardly moved her shoulders in a little shimmy.

Sophie laughed. “Glad you like it.”

“Oh my—” Eve said.

“For a famous poet wannabe, you’re pretty bad at saying words,” Sophie said, still laughing.

Eve turned to her and declared, “I love the eye part!”

“It’s called eye shadow.”

Eve flipped back to the mirror and kept moving her shoulders, but then her fingers started snapping and her whole body joined in. “And I love this song! Who is it?” she asked, dancing without any of the grace of a Snow White. More like one of the Disney sidekick characters. It was kind of funny.