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Stella asked, following Cate into her bedroom.
    â€œMy friends are sleeping over.” Cate dropped her shopping bags in a heap on the floor. Tonight was Chi Beta Phi’s first sleepover of the year, and as sorority chair and all-around most popular girl, Cate had to tackle the most pressing issues: accessories for the first day of school, assessment of their current schedule, and strategies for keeping their lunch table by the window just that— theirs.
    â€œBrilliant—what are they like?” Stella followed her into her bathroom, hovering in the doorway.
    â€œWell,” Cate said proudly, digging through her Kate Spademakeup bag, “there’s four of us. Blythe, Priya, and I have been friends since third grade, Sophie since sixth. We’re kind of like…a sorority. Our name is Chi Beta Phi, and we have rules. We don’t let just anyone in. And I’m pretty much in charge,” Cate went on, swiping Clinique mascara on her already long, already dark lashes. “We’re supposed to vote for the position each new school year, but I was voted in three years ago and nobody has ever asked for a revote. It’s just natural that I would be president—Priya is really funny but too easygoing, and Blythe is pretty and popular but always needs someone telling her what to do. And Sophie is just…Sophie is fourteen going on ten, she’s so immature.” Cate pushed past Stella and out the bathroom door. She pulled Randolph, her stuffed bear, into her lap. “I love those girls, but honestly, they’d be lost without me.”
    â€œSo what does it mean to be ‘in charge’?” Stella furrowed her brows.
    Cate looked at Stella’s curious face and grinned—she loved a rapt audience. “Well, I hold the first sleepover of the year. And it’s always the most important—we catch up and make plans for September. I also decide where we go and what we do, I get to say who’s in and who’s not, and I know everyone’s secrets,” Cate said smugly, smoothing down Randolph’s ears. “That’s not an official rule or anything, it just seems like everyone comes to me when they have problems.” She shrugged nonchalantly, as if to say, Being charitable and understanding comes naturally to me .
    Stella stared out the window at the gray town house across the street, its curtains drawn. Her mates in London didn’t have any rules. Bridget and Pippa always wanted her to decide wherethey were going for brunch, and took her fashion advice very seriously, but Stella wasn’t “the sorority leader” or anything like that. She just had good taste.
    And wasn’t afraid to share it.
    Cate’s “sorority” sounded a little like a cult. She pictured them drinking goat’s blood and tattooing Phi Beta Chi into each other’s arms with a Bic pen.
    â€œIt’s a lot of pressure,” Cate continued, smoothing down her glossy dark brown hair. “But the secrets are little things—like Blythe’s. She’s a serious spray tan addict. If there were a rehab clinic for spray tanners, I’d have an intervention and send her there. She’ll disappear for a whole weekend and she’ll tell Priya and Sophie that she’s in Cabo, then she’ll go spray tanning three days in a row.” Cate giggled, the words spilling out of her mouth. “And Blythe wears a ‘Little Lady’ training bra. Because she doesn’t have boobs yet.”
    Stella’s eyes widened. “No way—even Lola doesn’t wear those anymore!” She erupted in a fit of giggles.
    â€œI know. And Priya tells everyone she goes to sleepaway camp in the Adirondacks, but her parents have been sending her to science camp for the last three years, where she’s gotten obsessed with dissecting things. Seriously, Lola’d better keep an eye on Reese’s Pieces.” Cate paused, wondering if