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doesn’t like grapes,” Ivy countered frostily. “I know for a fact.”
    “Well,
this washes off anyway,” Olivia reassured her sister. “And who’s Brendan
Daniels?”
    Ivy
just rolled her eyes. “Spray away.” She sighed, closing her eyes and relaxing
her face.
    After
the spray-on tan, Olivia did Ivy’s blush and lip gloss. It was the eyeshadow
that really clinched it, though. Ivy now actually looked like a living person.
Olivia ran some gel through her sister’s hair and pulled it back in a ponytail.
    “Okay.”
She smiled, stepping back and admiring her work. “Let’s switch clothes.” She
and Ivy each took a stall. Olivia pulled off her shirt and skirt, folded them
neatly, and slipped them underneath the blue metal divider. In return, Ivy
passed her a tangled wad of black fabric.
    A
minute later, Olivia opened the stall door and stood looking at herself in the
mirror. A floorlength, black lace skirt was so not her style. Then
again, she did like the way it was slit up the side. Actually, she’d like to
try it with her green silk top and a pair of black heels.
    Suddenly,
the stall door beside her opened. Olivia watched her sister take in their
reflections. Ivy’s eyes shifted back and forth—Olivia wondered for a moment
whether Ivy was having trouble remembering which reflection was her own—before
settling on the girl in the denim skirt and the pink wrap top.
    “Pretty
awesome, huh?” Olivia said.
    A
totally horrified look spread over Ivy’s face. “I never thought I’d look like .
. .” she began hoarsely.
    Uh-oh , Olivia thought.
    “Charlotte
Brown!” Ivy’s face burst into a smile.
    “Shut
up!” Olivia cried. “I do not look like Charlotte Brown!” She threw a
cosmetic sponge at her sister’s head in mock anger, but Ivy batted it away just
in time.
    “I don’t
know—this top is seriously pink,” Ivy teased.
    “I
have way better fashion sense than her, and you know it!” Olivia
protested lightly.
    “Okay,
okay, don’t pop a blood vessel!” Ivy giggled, holding out her arms for Olivia
to spray them with tan, too. Then she took the can and sprayed her lower legs
and feet herself. “Geez, how do you wear short skirts like this all the time? I
feel as naked as Principal Whitehead’s head.”
    “Well,
you look great. Except for the combat boots. They sort of ruin it.” Olivia
stuck her tongue out at Ivy.
    Ivy
stuck her tongue out right back.
    They
traded shoes.
    “It’s
lucky I didn’t paint my toenails black,” Ivy said, peering down at Olivia’s
sparkly pink flip-flops.
    Olivia
finished lacing up the heavy black boots and tried taking a few steps. “Oh, my
gosh.” She shook her head. “It’s like wearing cement blocks!”
    Ivy
shrugged. “You never know when you might drop a refrigerator on your foot.”
    Olivia
paced back and forth, trying to get the hang of walking. “Okay,” she said as
she went. “Show me your best cheerleader hair flip.”
    Ivy
turned her head sharply. The dark ponytail whipped around and smacked her in
the face. “Ow!”
    “Not
that way,” Olivia instructed. “Do it with grace. Lead with your chin. Like,
just pretend like you’re watching a mouse running across the floor with the
corner of your eye. That’s better. Good. Now let me see you smile.” Ivy bared
her teeth. “You look like you’re about to eat me for dinner.” Olivia giggled. “Relax!”
    Ivy
tried again. And again. “Okay,” Olivia said, satisfied. “Whatever you do, don’t
stop smiling. My sunny disposition is one of my best qualities.”
    Ivy’s
face lit up. “You bet!” She bounced, giving a big thumbs-up.
    “Don’t
overdo it,” Olivia said. “In fact, you should probably just limit your
conversation to ‘Really?’ ‘Really’ is like the most versatile word in the
English language.”
    Ivy
widened her eyes. “Really?”
    Olivia
tried not to smile. “Oh, you’re going to make me look like a regular Einstein.
I can tell.”
    Ivy
beamed.