resist you.”
“That’s the goal.” Gigi lifted her chin and surveyed her handiwork.
Titania snapped a couple more pictures. “Isn’t all that makeup just a waste of time, considering she’s going to just put a mask over it?”
“The eyes and lips stand out even with the mask on, and when she takes the mask off for her man she’ll want to look perfect.” Imogen stared intently at Summer’s face, first one eye and then the other. Then she nodded and picked up a tube of mascara.
“She already looks perfect.” Titania peeked out from behind her camera. “Or are you saying she’s ugly? Because that’s what it sounds like to me.”
Gigi threw a puff of tissue at their youngest sister.
Who dodged it, smirking, and took another picture.
Summer flinched, the sound punctuating her nerves.
“I told you to stop taking pictures,” Gigi commanded, focused on Summer’s lashes. “You’re making us all tense.”
Summer felt a rush of affection for her sister, who winked at her before lifting her chin and dabbing more mascara on her.
Rosalind walked into the room, carrying a long garment bag. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Just about.” Imogen set the mascara aside and picked up a small glittering bottle. “Just a little fairy dust. Close your eyes, Summer.”
She did as she was told, knowing better than to disobey a Summerhill. When she opened her eyes again and looked in the mirror, her face and décolletage shimmered with a touch of pink-hued glitter. “I look so …”
“Beautiful,” Imogen stated.
“Magical,” Rosalind added.
“Like Ballroom Barbie,” Titania said.
Rosalind and Gigi both nudged the younger one away.
“Careful of the camera.” She held it out of their reach and plopped onto Summer’s bed. “Where’s Portia?”
“She said something about needing to procure the right jewelry,” Gigi said.
Rosalind stilled as she unzipped the garment bag. “She’s not committing some sort of theft, is she?”
Gigi shook her head. “With Portia, you never know.”
Viola frowned. “Has anyone talked to her since Mother agreed to let the American visit?”
“ No ,” they all said emphatically.
“I put Bea in charge of that,” Rosalind said.
“Poor Bea.” Vi shook her head. “She’s put in charge of a lot.”
“She likes being in charge,” Gigi pointed out, setting the mascara tube down. “If she weren’t in charge, she’d be cantankerous.”
“Don’t you have a fancy vocabulary?” Titania said, stepping into her face and snapping a shot.
Gigi stuck her tongue out, holding it for Titania to take a picture before facing Summer. “All right, darling. You’re all set here.”
“My turn.” Rosalind offered her hand and a smile.
Summer accepted both eagerly. “I get to see it now?”
“It’s worth the wait.” She took the garment bag off the hook, turning it so the back was to the room as she took the dress out of it. Then she let the bag fall and turned the dress around.
They gasped—even Titania, who didn’t care about clothing. Rosalind had texted her a picture of it, but the photo hadn’t done it justice. It was a bright green that Summer would never dare to wear in real life, long, with layers of tulle that sparkled with rhinestones.
She vaguely heard the whirr of Titania’s camera as she reached out to touch the dress. It really looked like a fairy princess dress. She wouldn’t have been surprised if it had vanished in a poof! when her fingers brushed it. “It’s so pretty.”
“Step into it,” Rosalind instructed, puddling it on the floor.
She took her robe off, tossing it at Titania, mostly to prevent her from taking any photos of her in her underwear. She wasn’t used to having sisters or undressing in front of others. Even with the men she’d dated, she’d quickly undressed and gotten into bed before they’d arrived.
Rosalind shimmied the dress up her hips and settled it in place. As Summer held on to the bodice, Rosalind hooked
“That’s the goal.” Gigi lifted her chin and surveyed her handiwork.
Titania snapped a couple more pictures. “Isn’t all that makeup just a waste of time, considering she’s going to just put a mask over it?”
“The eyes and lips stand out even with the mask on, and when she takes the mask off for her man she’ll want to look perfect.” Imogen stared intently at Summer’s face, first one eye and then the other. Then she nodded and picked up a tube of mascara.
“She already looks perfect.” Titania peeked out from behind her camera. “Or are you saying she’s ugly? Because that’s what it sounds like to me.”
Gigi threw a puff of tissue at their youngest sister.
Who dodged it, smirking, and took another picture.
Summer flinched, the sound punctuating her nerves.
“I told you to stop taking pictures,” Gigi commanded, focused on Summer’s lashes. “You’re making us all tense.”
Summer felt a rush of affection for her sister, who winked at her before lifting her chin and dabbing more mascara on her.
Rosalind walked into the room, carrying a long garment bag. “Aren’t you done yet?”
“Just about.” Imogen set the mascara aside and picked up a small glittering bottle. “Just a little fairy dust. Close your eyes, Summer.”
She did as she was told, knowing better than to disobey a Summerhill. When she opened her eyes again and looked in the mirror, her face and décolletage shimmered with a touch of pink-hued glitter. “I look so …”
“Beautiful,” Imogen stated.
“Magical,” Rosalind added.
“Like Ballroom Barbie,” Titania said.
Rosalind and Gigi both nudged the younger one away.
“Careful of the camera.” She held it out of their reach and plopped onto Summer’s bed. “Where’s Portia?”
“She said something about needing to procure the right jewelry,” Gigi said.
Rosalind stilled as she unzipped the garment bag. “She’s not committing some sort of theft, is she?”
Gigi shook her head. “With Portia, you never know.”
Viola frowned. “Has anyone talked to her since Mother agreed to let the American visit?”
“ No ,” they all said emphatically.
“I put Bea in charge of that,” Rosalind said.
“Poor Bea.” Vi shook her head. “She’s put in charge of a lot.”
“She likes being in charge,” Gigi pointed out, setting the mascara tube down. “If she weren’t in charge, she’d be cantankerous.”
“Don’t you have a fancy vocabulary?” Titania said, stepping into her face and snapping a shot.
Gigi stuck her tongue out, holding it for Titania to take a picture before facing Summer. “All right, darling. You’re all set here.”
“My turn.” Rosalind offered her hand and a smile.
Summer accepted both eagerly. “I get to see it now?”
“It’s worth the wait.” She took the garment bag off the hook, turning it so the back was to the room as she took the dress out of it. Then she let the bag fall and turned the dress around.
They gasped—even Titania, who didn’t care about clothing. Rosalind had texted her a picture of it, but the photo hadn’t done it justice. It was a bright green that Summer would never dare to wear in real life, long, with layers of tulle that sparkled with rhinestones.
She vaguely heard the whirr of Titania’s camera as she reached out to touch the dress. It really looked like a fairy princess dress. She wouldn’t have been surprised if it had vanished in a poof! when her fingers brushed it. “It’s so pretty.”
“Step into it,” Rosalind instructed, puddling it on the floor.
She took her robe off, tossing it at Titania, mostly to prevent her from taking any photos of her in her underwear. She wasn’t used to having sisters or undressing in front of others. Even with the men she’d dated, she’d quickly undressed and gotten into bed before they’d arrived.
Rosalind shimmied the dress up her hips and settled it in place. As Summer held on to the bodice, Rosalind hooked
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