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her outfit choice every morning so there will be no inadvertent clothing cloning.
    And talk about boy crazy. Ashley played spin the bottle at her fifth-grade birthday party. (And no, I wasn’t there. But everyone talked about it for months.) Ashley is also spoiled rotten — she has all the latest clothes and accessories. Despite myself, I realized I was admiring her outfit that morning. Midnight blue crushed-velvet leggings, tall suede boots, and an off-the-shoulder crocheted sweater over a tank top. A cute beret completed the look. I once tried wearing a hat indoors and the whole time I walked through the halls thinking,
Look at me, I am wearing a hat.
I stuffed it into my backpack in third period. And that was the end of the Great Hat Experiment.
    I am
so
not jealous of Ashley, though.
    Okay, so maybe I’m a little bit jealous of her clothes, her Brazilian-straightened blonde hair, and her social life. So sue me.
    “Hello, Ashley,” I said coolly.
    Ashley stared at me for a moment, then spoke. “My cousin tells me that she’s considering letting your family do the flowers for her wedding,” she said as if this had to be a mistake.
    “Um, your cousin?” I said.
    Ashley rolled her eyes. “Well, this is totally awk,” she said to her friends. Ashley is always talking in shorthand. Terrif. Gorge. Fab. You get the picture. It is so totally obnox, as she would say. “Olivia Post?” She looked back at me. “Um, the biggest wedding of the year?”
    Suddenly, it all made sense. No wonder Bridezilla had seemed so familiar. Of course, the two most spoiled rich girls I had ever met were related!
    Ashley stepped closer to me. “This is the most important wedding this town has ever seen,” she added, sounding just like Olivia had yesterday. She smiled. “And
I’m
going to be a junior bridesmaid!” Sabrina and Rachel oohed and ahhed as if they were hearing the news for the first time, which I was absolutely certain they were not. Ashley narrowed her eyes at me. “So do you think you can handle it, Delphinium? Hmmmm?”
    “Don’t you worry, Ashley,” I said, as dignified as I could be. “Flowers on Fairfield has been serving your floral needs since 1912.” I cringed as I said it.
Good one, Del,
I thought.
You sound like a brochure! A lame brochure.
    Ashley rolled her eyes. “Whatev.” Her two handmaidensnodded their heads. Then, in unison, they turned and flounced off.
    “What a jerk!” I muttered under my breath, frustrated that I hadn’t come up with anything good to say back to her. I never can. It annoys me so much.
    I sighed. As if this big wedding without Gran and Gramps wasn’t bad enough. Now I had the added pressure of my enemy watching over the whole thing. Yikes!
    By the time I got back to the table, I was disappointed to see that the whipped cream had already dissolved into my hot chocolate. I gulped the cocoa down just before the bell rang. My friends and I gathered our books and headed to class.
    Thankfully, my day ended up getting better. I got a tough answer right in math class. My teacher handed back our English papers, and I got an A-minus. And the cafeteria served pepperoni pizza at lunchtime. But I still couldn’t stop thinking about the wedding. And Ashley. And Mom all alone in the flower store. What a recipe for disaster!
    Finally, it was the last class of the day. Most of my friends think I am lucky because I have gym last period. That means I don’t have to go back to class all sticky andsweaty. Which is good. But the bad part is that both Ashley Edwards and a bully named Bob Zimmer are in my class. Luckily, the two of them are paired together for square dancing. I’ll take Rodney Franklin and his sweaty hands over mean Bob any day.
    As always, we were sitting in rows on the uneven, wooden gym floor, waiting for class to begin. I glanced down at the world’s most unattractive gym uniform. I know what you’re thinking — gym uniforms are
supposed
to be ugly. There’s practically