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back to Something New. They left the house as quietly as they could so they wouldn’t wake Dad—he had come home late Friday night and had told Mom that he was looking forward to sleeping in today and seeing the girls after their dress shopping.
    As the Tanner women walked to the car, Mom filled them in on where things stood: Yes, the flower girl dresses had come in, and Brooke and Heather would be able to try them on today to make sure they fit.If they didn’t fit, the bridal shop could make alterations. Mom’s matron of honor dress had come in too. Joan had picked the colors last weekend, but since she wanted to surprise everyone, she’d kept them a secret.
    Aly’s rolling suitcase was filled with every single nail polish color the Sparkle Spa had in stock. She’d be prepared no matter what colors Joan had chosen!
    â€œI can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait!” Brooke chanted as they loaded the suitcase into the car. “Mom, did Joan really not tell you the color of my dress? Not even a hint?”
    â€œNot even a hint,” Mom said, laughing. This conversation had been going on for days, and Mom’s answer was always the same. Aly figured either she really didn’t know or she was a fantastic pretender.

    Walking into the bridal shop was just as magical as it had been the first time they’d been there. It even smelled liked a wedding.
    Ralph from Rock & Wrap It Up was there talking to Joan. “Thanks, Joan,” he was saying. “That sounds like a plan.”
    Brooke flew across the room to Joan. “ What are the colors? Where are the dresses?”
    Joan dropped a kiss on the top of Brooke’s head. “I need one more minute with Ralph, sweetie, and then I’ll show you.”
    Brooke tugged on her braid and stayed right next to Joan while she finished talking to Ralph. Aly, on the other hand, parked her suitcase of polish next to a See Coral–colored chair and wandered around the store looking at all the beautiful dresses. Some were extra special with beads woven into the fabric and flowers embroidered on the skirt. Aly sighed and wished she could wear one of them.
    When Aly had asked Mom last week if she could get a new dress for Joan’s wedding, Mom had said no. She could wear the dress she wore for theBusinesswomen Unite gala. It was a beautiful dress and Aly loved it, but it wasn’t quite as nice as these. Aly was certain that if she were walking down the aisle, she’d get a new dress.
    Aly was carefully touching the See You Jader–­colored beads on one of the dresses when a door next to her opened. Aly turned to see Joelle Hoffman walking out of a dressing room in a purple one-shouldered dress.
    â€œJoelle!” Aly said. “What are you doing here?”
    Joelle was one of the Auden Angels—the girls’ soccer team at Aly’s school—meaning she was one of the first Sparkle Spa customers. In fact, the Sparkle Spa had started because of the captain of the Angels, Jenica Posner. After Aly had given Jenica a rainbow sparkle pedicure, she’d played so well during her next soccer game that the whole team wanted the exact same pedicure. Now the Angels were some of the Sparkle Spa’s most loyal customers.
    â€œMy stepsister’s getting married,” Joelle said. “And I’m a junior bridesmaid.”
    A junior bridesmaid—Aly had never head of that before. “What’s a junior bridesmaid?”
    â€œIt’s like a regular bridesmaid at a wedding,” Joelle said, “but it’s for someone who’s not a grown-up. I’m wearing the same color as the adult bridesmaids, but a different dress. Theirs have no straps and mine has one. See?” Joelle turned so Aly could get a close-up view of the one shoulder strap. “Isn’t it a cool dress?”
    It was. There were two layers—the bottom was a shiny purple, and the top was a see-through