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It was pretty dark outside, and I had just finished my sketches for the fashion line Daddy was going to help me with. I was hella excited, but also nervous: tomorrow he was going to show the critics. It wasn't like the clothing wouldn't make it to the runway: because if they didn't like it, my father could always pay them a little something to change their minds...god I loved business...but I wanted to get good sales on it, and the critics would help determine how well the fashions would do in the business.
The phone rang just as I was getting ready for bed.
"Hello?"
"It's Macs. I'm putting you on four way," she said.
As soon as I heard the beep that meant all of our crew was on the line, I put my phone on speaker and fell back onto the bed.
"So how are you girls doing with the competition?" Mackenzie's snooty, pleased voice meant that she'd made progress. I had totally forgotten to go shopping for mystery guy, and I mentally slapped myself for it.
"I found out his name," Betti whispered, like it was some huge secret.
"What is it?" Layla practically screamed.
"George."
All of the girls sighed. George. Not a bad name, although I liked my guys more sophisticated. A name could tell you a lot about someone. Besides how they looked and how they did in school, popularity wise, of course.
I popped a piece of Strawberry-Creme gum into my mouth and chewed.
"Well guess what I got?" I could just hear Mackenzie grinning.
The line was silent.
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