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tea and stared sharply at her.
    Kamille stifled a giggle. She didn’t care. She was going to become a famous supermodel!

Chapter Five
    Kass
    K ass slipped on her Ray-Bans as she walked out of the Marshall School of Business and reread her econ notes. The professor had sprung a pop quiz on them, on antitrust laws, and she was worried that she might have gotten one of the answers wrong. She knew she had an almost perfect average in that class, from the previous two quizzes. But still. Almost perfect was not the same as perfect, and besides, the fall semester had just begun. A lot could go wrong between now and December.
    The palm-tree-lined walk outside the building was swarming with students rushing off to their next class. It was a hot, sultry day, typical for late August in SoCal. On the lawn, a group of girls was sunbathing in bikinis and bobbing their heads, connected by a complex network of white earbuds. She recognized a few faces from her class. She couldn’t imagine cutting, especially with a teacher like Professor Mueller, who took no prisoners when it came to attendance. Kass herself had not missed a single class in her three years at USC, except once when she had a temperature of 103. And even then, her mother had to force her to stay home, because James Cameron was guest-lecturing in her film class that day.
    Kamille had been right when she made that (bitchy) comment several Sunday Night Dinners ago. Kass did have her whole life planned out, or at least the career part of it, and it involved both stellar attendance and stellar grades. She was going to graduate summa cum laude—with highest honors—with a double major in business administration and film and television production.
    Eventually, she would use her degree to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a producer. In the meantime, her USC education was helping her with her job at the restaurant, which was badly in need of careful management. Her mother’s forte was creating menus, not spreadsheets.
    Her cell buzzed. It was a call from Kamille.
    “KASSIE!” Kass had to hold her phone away from her ear because her sister was screaming. “GUESS WHAAAAAT?”
    “I can hear you, doll. What’s going on? Are you all right?”
    “I’m better than all right. Guess who I just met?”
    “Taylor Lautner?”
    “Better! Giles Sinclair!”
    “I’m sorry—who?”
    “He’s a modeling agent, and he represents Svetlana Sergeyev, can you believe it? He came up to me at a Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, it was so random, and he wanted to talk to me about modeling. I was, like, ‘Get lost’ at first, but then I realized he was legit. And guess what, Kass? He wants me to do a test shoot! You know what that is, right? It’s a professional photo shoot so he can get sample pictures of me to send to, like, advertising agencies. Advertising agencies that work for fashion designers and makeup companies and stuff. I’m gonna be a model!”
    Kass’s head was spinning. “Wait. Who is this guy? And I know what a test shoot is.”
    “I just told you. He’s a modeling agent. He’s one of the biggest in the business.”
    “How do you spell his name? Let me check him out.”
    “I already did. He’s got the coolest website ever.”
    “Spell it for me, anyway.”
    Kass could hear the heavy sigh on the other end of the line as Kamille spelled the name. Hmm. Giles Sinclair. It sounded faux British and pretentious.
    “I’ve gotta get new clothes for the test shoot, and get my hair and makeup done, too,” Kamille was prattling on. “Do you think Mom’ll lend me the money? Or I could just put it on my credit cards. I think? Models get paid a ton, right? I should be able to pay off the balance in like a month or two, tops. Or maybe I should—”
    “Kam!” Kass pressed her fingers against her temple. “Sweetie, slow down. Look, I have to run to the library. Can we talk later? What are you doing tonight?”
    There was a long silence. “ Wellll . . . I was supposed