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think so. A girl could dream, couldn’t she? Fantasize? Hallucinate?
    Then the reunion invitation had arrived. The very same day she’d tossed
Glass Slipper
into her shopping cart. Who could have guessed that one innocent little postcard and a makeover magazine would start a chain of events that would turn her entire life upside down. Or at the very least, the last two weeks of her summer break.
    Lucy opened the magazine to the “Inner Beauty Boot Camp” article she’d marked with the reunion postcard. They promised miracles.
    So what if she decided to go to the reunion after all? Maybe what she needed to get her head on straight was to take this opportunity to go back and revise past history, beginning with getting the attention of a rumored-to-be still-single Jason Prescott. Well then, a miracle was exactly what she needed.
    Fate had long since given up sending her signs. So, probably, had God.
    It was time she took matters into her own hands.

Chapter 2
                                                                                                                                       
    H ow is it that Debbie Markham still manages to come across petite and blonde on an e-mail loop?” Lucy straightened from her hunched position behind her friend’s shoulder. She didn’t want to read any more reunion posts.
    “You’re just projecting,” Jana told her, stuffing the last of her Sun Chips in her mouth. “For all you know, she’s turned into a leather-skinned tanning-bed junkie with overprocessed highlights, saggy tits, a flabby ass, and married to a balding, nearsighted CPA who likes it when she wears that leopard-print nightie he bought her at Marshall’s for Mother’s Day.”
    Lucy’s smile was decidedly unkind as she clasped her hands beneath her chin. “Do you think?” Then her shoulders drooped. “Nah. My karma would never be that good.” She sighed and balled up her sandwich wrapper. “But I appreciate the visual, so thanks for that.”
    “I live to serve.”
    “I still say you should consider writing fiction. You’re a natural.”
    “Right. Then you’d give it to your mother, who would delight in desecrating it with her beloved red pen.”
    “My mother loves you.”
    “Me, yes. My work, not so much. I get enough of that kind of love from my editor, thanks.”
    Jana was probably right. But then her mother, much like the rest of the Harper clan, really wasn’t a sports person. Lucy brushed crumbs off her shirt and slid from her perch on the computer-lab table. Instead of reading about the exaggerated exploits of a group of people she’d once loathed and had long since ceased to care about, she should be using her remaining summer break time to put her classroom in order. “I guess I’m just not a loop person.”
    “Truer words,” Jana agreed, having been the first one to point that out two weeks earlier when Lucy had signed up on a whim after they’d received their invitations from the reunion committee, complete with information on how to join the reunion group on Yahoo! Thankfully she didn’t rub it in. But then, the look on her face precluded that necessity. “You’ve become a first-class lurker, I’ll give you that. Most entertaining lunch breaks I’ve had in years. Of course, anything beats the hell out of listening to that insufferable asshole Frank belch out his latest know-it-all opinions on the Redskins, the Wizards, the Capitals, the effect of the Cold War on American sports, the dawn of the solar system—”
    “You’re just pissed because his column got picked up for syndication.”
    “Damn straight I am. His columns are pompous and arrogant, not to mention out of step and uninformed. And I don’t care if his father once played for the Senators. It’s not like he’s an effing sports guru just because his dad had a .341 career