the house without their dad seeing. Poppy, on the other hand, loved to work the boho look. She often wore her long, dark hair in a braid, or loosely pulled back from her face with a cute patterned band, and she wore gypsy tops, pairing them with long, country-style skirts or vintage jeans and boots.
“I’ve got a great idea,” said Poppy. “Why don’t you let me give you a makeover?”
“A makeover?”
“Sure. I can lend you some of my things—they’ll mix really well with some of your new clothes.”
“I don’t know,” Liz said doubtfully. “I mean, you always look great, but I’m not sure it’s my style.”
“You don’t have to wear it exactly the way I do,” said her sister. “You can make it your own. I think it could look really amazing.” Poppy picked up a corset-style top. “This would layer so well with loads of stuff, and I’ve got a fantastic belt that would go with it. Come on, Liz—it’ll be fun. I can do your makeup, too.”
Liz grinned again. “OK. Let’s do it! But we’ll have to be quick. And you have to promise that I’ll look drop-dead gorgeous. This could be the biggest night of my life!”
Poppy hugged her. “I promise. That boy won’t know what hit him!”
Chapter 11: Making an Entrance
Faye was standing outside the door of the bookshop, patiently waiting for Liz to swing by and pick her up. Punctuality wasn’t one of Liz’s strong points even on a good day, and from the phone call they’d shared earlier, Faye had known that her friend would be late tonight.
Faye shivered slightly in the evening chill. Above her, the sky was a deep blue as the last of the day’s light bled away into evening. The stars were coming out, one by one. It was going to be another cold night. Faye stamped her feet, sending up tiny flurries of snow. The snowy weather still hadn’t let up, and the town was beginning to get used to the idea of an extremely early winter. Even Aunt Pam had been stockpiling food in case the town actually did get cut off.
There was a screech of tires, and Liz’s little car rattled around the corner, going too fast, as usual. Faye saw her friend raise one hand from the steering wheel in a wave before she pulled up, her face bright with excitement.
“Get in, get in, get in!” Liz babbled as Faye opened the door. “I’m so sorry I’m late!”
“It’s fine,” Faye said as she slid into the passenger seat, twisting to drop her camera case on the backseat. She turned to look at Liz properly for the first time as they pulled away. “Wow, Liz—you look amazing! That’s a really, really good look for you!”
“I know, right?” Liz said excitedly. “I really wasn’t sure when Poppy first suggested it, but now I really like it. Aren’t these earrings awesome? Look!” She waggled her head, sending the long drops tinkling, before she glanced again at Faye. “Love your makeup, too. Very glam-goth!”
Faye glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled. She was wearing the new top she’d bought at MK, but instead of the jeans, she’d chosen a short black tulip-style skirt, which looked great with her black high-heeled ankle boots. She’d accessorized the look with a chunky black and silver necklace and a row of silver bangles. Besides the smoky eyeshadow, she had also picked a deep red lipstick. Overall, it was a bolder look than she usually went for, but it felt great. “Thanks,” she said. “You’re sure it’s not too much?”
“Definitely not. Anyway, what have you been doing today? I’m sorry I’ve been tied up.”
“Don’t be silly. It must be lovely to have Poppy home.”
“Well, Mom’s happy.” Liz rolled her eyes. “She thinks Poppy’s a good influence on me. Keeps getting her to talk to me about things she thinks I need to hear. As if I don’t get enough of that from Dad. Ooh!” Liz added. “Speaking of Dad—guess what?”
“He’s given you a curfew of eight-thirty p.m.?” Faye was only half kidding—once, the girls
“I’ve got a great idea,” said Poppy. “Why don’t you let me give you a makeover?”
“A makeover?”
“Sure. I can lend you some of my things—they’ll mix really well with some of your new clothes.”
“I don’t know,” Liz said doubtfully. “I mean, you always look great, but I’m not sure it’s my style.”
“You don’t have to wear it exactly the way I do,” said her sister. “You can make it your own. I think it could look really amazing.” Poppy picked up a corset-style top. “This would layer so well with loads of stuff, and I’ve got a fantastic belt that would go with it. Come on, Liz—it’ll be fun. I can do your makeup, too.”
Liz grinned again. “OK. Let’s do it! But we’ll have to be quick. And you have to promise that I’ll look drop-dead gorgeous. This could be the biggest night of my life!”
Poppy hugged her. “I promise. That boy won’t know what hit him!”
Chapter 11: Making an Entrance
Faye was standing outside the door of the bookshop, patiently waiting for Liz to swing by and pick her up. Punctuality wasn’t one of Liz’s strong points even on a good day, and from the phone call they’d shared earlier, Faye had known that her friend would be late tonight.
Faye shivered slightly in the evening chill. Above her, the sky was a deep blue as the last of the day’s light bled away into evening. The stars were coming out, one by one. It was going to be another cold night. Faye stamped her feet, sending up tiny flurries of snow. The snowy weather still hadn’t let up, and the town was beginning to get used to the idea of an extremely early winter. Even Aunt Pam had been stockpiling food in case the town actually did get cut off.
There was a screech of tires, and Liz’s little car rattled around the corner, going too fast, as usual. Faye saw her friend raise one hand from the steering wheel in a wave before she pulled up, her face bright with excitement.
“Get in, get in, get in!” Liz babbled as Faye opened the door. “I’m so sorry I’m late!”
“It’s fine,” Faye said as she slid into the passenger seat, twisting to drop her camera case on the backseat. She turned to look at Liz properly for the first time as they pulled away. “Wow, Liz—you look amazing! That’s a really, really good look for you!”
“I know, right?” Liz said excitedly. “I really wasn’t sure when Poppy first suggested it, but now I really like it. Aren’t these earrings awesome? Look!” She waggled her head, sending the long drops tinkling, before she glanced again at Faye. “Love your makeup, too. Very glam-goth!”
Faye glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled. She was wearing the new top she’d bought at MK, but instead of the jeans, she’d chosen a short black tulip-style skirt, which looked great with her black high-heeled ankle boots. She’d accessorized the look with a chunky black and silver necklace and a row of silver bangles. Besides the smoky eyeshadow, she had also picked a deep red lipstick. Overall, it was a bolder look than she usually went for, but it felt great. “Thanks,” she said. “You’re sure it’s not too much?”
“Definitely not. Anyway, what have you been doing today? I’m sorry I’ve been tied up.”
“Don’t be silly. It must be lovely to have Poppy home.”
“Well, Mom’s happy.” Liz rolled her eyes. “She thinks Poppy’s a good influence on me. Keeps getting her to talk to me about things she thinks I need to hear. As if I don’t get enough of that from Dad. Ooh!” Liz added. “Speaking of Dad—guess what?”
“He’s given you a curfew of eight-thirty p.m.?” Faye was only half kidding—once, the girls
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