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over the trauma before she had to do it all over again.
    Jessica was still hunched over her phone, so Sadie kept herself busy by counting the bloody Jesus statues scattered around the church. She was at six when the building fell silent.
    She felt a tug at her sleeve and looked around her to see the entire school staring open-mouthed down the aisle toward the chapel doors.
    They were wide open, and the sunlight streaming through was so bright Sadie had to shield her eyes. She could just make out the silhouettes of two girls, but from the roar of furious whispers that was rising up around her, she had a guess as to whom they might be. As they started down the aisle, Sadie felt a blush creeping up her neck. Her slutty polo was the last thing anyone was going to notice.
    The twins’ skirts were the same plaid fabric as everyone else’s, but they were cut low across the hips and fell in short pleats that barely covered their thighs. Their polo shirts were tight, and the necklines plunged so deep Sadie could see the tops of their bras — super subtle in neon orange and electric blue. Their hair was down and messy, and their eyes were rimmed in thick black liner. They still looked like Barbies, but different ones this time. Supermodel Barbies — or maybe porn stars.
    “Uhh, are those your roommates?” Jessica stuttered. “You said they were twins.”
    Sadie snorted. “Yeah, that’s them.”
    Jessica looked at her accusingly. “All you said was that they were uptight. And British!”
    Sadie sighed. “Well, they were. Then they got naked, and they have tattoos, and they mostly just ignore me. It’s a long story.”
    “Uh, I have time,” Jessica hissed. “Why’d you let me blab about pancakes for twenty minutes this morning when you could have been telling me that you live with Gwen and Trixie Everleigh?”
    Sadie raised her eyebrows. “You know them?”
    Jessica’s jaw dropped. “You don’t? Sadie, you’re from Oregon, not Mars. They’re like, really famous. They’re in the tabloids all the time. Last week Gwen was on the cover of
Fame
because she got super hammered at some club in London and flashed the deejay.” Jessica lowered her voice. “And Trixie supposedly made a sex tape with one of those super-hot soccer — sorry, football — players, but no one’s seen it yet.” She looked at Sadie solemnly. “Her lawyers are suing the porn companies so they can’t release it.”
    Sadie watched the twins with renewed interest. If the twins were tabloid fodder, it might explain all the drama with Ellen.
    “Anyway, I want to hear all about it at lunch,” Jessica said with a pout.
    “Okay, but not when everybody is around. I’m not allowed to talk about them, remember?”
    Jessica waved a hand impatiently and looked back toward the aisle. The twins were still making their way to the front of the room, relishing each pair of eyes that followed their every move. As they drew level with Sadie and Jessica’s pew, Thayer appeared directly in their path, dragging a short brunette with long frizzy hair and big brown eyes that blinked rapidly behind thick glasses.
    The twins glanced at each other and immediately looked bored.
    “Hi ladies,” Thayer said, her voice dripping with honey. “It is such an honor to meet you. I’m Thayer Wimberley, of the Philadelphia Wimberleys, and this is my friend, Edith Hemmings. Her father is the British Ambassador to the United States.” She emphasized each syllable with immense satisfaction, linking an arm through Edith’s. Edith just kept blinking, looking happy and terrified.
    “We met last summer at the Queen’s regatta,” Edith blurted, a little too loudly. “Our daddies were at Oxford together.”
    Trix tossed her hair, and Gwen looked down at her nails. Thayer darted her eyes back and forth like a frog drooling over a particularly juicy pair of flies, but her smile was starting to fade.
    “Sit with us?” Thayer finally finished, a little desperately. She motioned