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could introduce JC to your grandma? Show him what you both are making for Madonna?”
    â€œOh yes,” Cordy replied. “Granny Vicky has a doggie too. Her name is Princess Puffynose.”
    JC rolled his eyes. “Granny Vicky?” he whispered to Mickey. “Princess Puffynose? Seriously?”
    â€œI think you should design some new dog clothes that would wow Victoria Vanderweil,” Mickey insisted. “How cool would it be to have your canine couture on her personal pup?”
    JC thought for a moment. “Mickey, did I ever tell you you’re a genius?”
    Mickey smiled. “So it’s a date, Cordy. You, me, JC, and Madonna—and Granny Vicky. I’m sure Mr. Kaye would be happy to set it up.”
    JC watched as Cordy, now on all fours, chased Madonna down the runway. “I can hardly wait,” he said.
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    When a black stretch limo pulled up in front of JC’s apartment building after school the next day, he and Mickey had no doubt who was inside.
    â€œYour playdate has arrived,” Mickey teased him, peering out the window. A chauffeur escorted Cordy out of the car, into the elevator, and to the front door—which Cordy pounded on. “I’m here! I’m here! Open up!”
    As JC unlocked the front door, she pushed past him and headed straight into his bedroom and design space. “Where’s my puppy?”
    â€œ Your puppy?” JC exclaimed. “Do you want to rephrase that?”
    â€œShe’s a five-year-old.” Mickey tried to calm him.
    â€œWith a talent for dognapping,” JC reminded her. “I’m not taking my eyes off her for a second.” He locked the front door to the apartment and bolted it.
    â€œSo,” Mickey said, joining Cordy, “what kind of outfit should you and JC make for Princess Puffynose?”
    â€œShe likes polka dots,” Cordy replied. “Blue and yellow polka dots.”
    â€œUh-huh,” JC said, taking notes in his sketchbook. “What else?”
    â€œRuffles. Oh, and shiny shoes.”
    â€œWe are talking about a dog, right?” JC asked her. “Not a circus clown?”
    Cordy stamped her foot. “Polka dots.”
    â€œKK, not a problem,” JC said. “Polka dots it is.”
    After carefully selecting a cream-colored cashmere fabric from his box of scraps, JC cut out a pattern, stitched it together, and held it up for Cordy to see.
    â€œWhere are the polka dots?” she asked stubbornly.
    â€œRelax, I haven’t gotten to that part yet.”
    He handed the little girl a box of sequins. “Pick out the dots you like, and I’ll sew them on.”
    â€œOoh, this one!” Cordy said, digging in and selecting a large sapphire-blue one. “And this one.” She picked out a sparkling canary yellow.
    â€œNice,” JC said, attaching them to the dog sweater. “This kid’s got an eye for color.”
    Cordy handed JC sequin after sequin until the sweater was covered in shimmering “dots.”
    â€œIt’s beautiful,” Mickey said, admiring JC’s handiwork. “Never mind Princess Puffynose. I’d wear that sweater.”
    JC slipped it over Madonna’s tiny head. “Madonna, model please,” he said. Madonna obeyed, prancing around the room.
    Cordy giggled with delight. “Let’s go show Granny Vicky!” she said, tugging on Mickey’s arm.
    â€œNow? You want to go show her now?” Mickey gasped. “But we’re not ready.”
    â€œNow!” Cordy commanded and marched out of the room with Madonna scampering after her. She stood at the front door. “Open up,” she said, pointing to the lock.
    â€œLet me get my coat and Madonna’s leash,” JC said, excited. “Granny Vicky, here we come.”

The chauffeur drove them straight to Victoria Vanderweil’s design studio in the heart of the Fashion District.
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