grow increasingly less subtle. The goal was to nail dates before the following weekend.
“That’s really cutting it close,” Devon declared.
“I’ll say.” Bryn frowned. “I wanted to go dress shopping this weekend.”
“So did I,” Abby told her.
“No reason we can’t shop for dresses,” Devon said as she reached for the notebook.
“But what if we don’t get asked?” Cassidy queried.
“We’ll get asked,” Devon assured her.
“We can always save our receipts,” Emma said quietly. “Just in case.”
“Well, that sounds overwhelmingly confident,” Bryn teased.
“Just being realistic.” Emma twisted her coffee cup in her hands. “Besides, some of us are on tighter budgets than others. No way am I wasting money on a dress, even an inexpensive one, that I’m not going to wear at least once.”
“I’m with you on that,” Cassidy told her.
“Are you two in the club or not?” Devon demanded.
Emma and Cassidy both nodded.
“Then let’s hear a little more optimism.”
“That’s right.” Bryn pointed at Cassidy now. “And I expect you to come to my house tomorrow afternoon for your makeover.”
“When are we going dress shopping?” Abby asked.
After a couple minutes of going over their schedules, it was finally agreed that Cassidy’s makeover would be switched to the morning, and the five girls would go dress shopping inthe afternoon. But as Cassidy was going home, she still had her doubts. Yes, she would cooperate with the makeover. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her friends were probably right. But when it came to dress shopping, she would pace herself. It was fine if they wanted to make fools of themselves by purchasing formal dresses for a dance no one had invited them to. But she was not falling for it.
“Do you think it’s silly for me to get a makeover?” Cassidy asked her mom on Saturday morning.
Mom’s brows lifted. “A makeover?”
“Nothing major,” Cassidy said quickly. “I mean, I’m not cutting my hair or coloring it or anything drastic.”
“Oh, good.” Mom stroked Cassidy’s hair. “Your hair is gorgeous.”
“Yeah, my friends think it’s my best asset.”
Mom laughed. “Well, I think you have lots of assets.”
Cassidy frowned. “So maybe I don’t need a makeover?”
“You’re getting a makeover?” Callie asked as she came into the kitchen.
Cassidy shrugged. This wasn’t a topic she was eager to discuss in front of her pesky fourteen-year-old sister. After growing several inches and turning unexpectedly pretty (not that Cassidy planned to tell her, since her head was big enough), Callie had gotten obsessed with fashion.
“Well, if anyone could use a makeover, it would be you.”
“Thanks a lot.” Cassidy poured milk into her bowl of Cheerios.
“I’m not trying to offend you.” Callie filled a bowl with granola cereal, measuring it carefully with her eyes, as if shethought one extra teaspoon might result in a pound. Callie’s recent obsession with weight was ridiculous, bordering on scary. “Just being honest.”
Cassidy turned back to Mom. “What do you think? I mean, in a spiritual way. Do you think God wants us to be all focused on our outward appearances?”
Mom smiled. “I think God prefers we work on our interior selves. But I also think there’s nothing wrong with looking your best.” She glanced at Callie. “As long as you don’t take it to extremes.”
“How do you know if you’re taking it to extremes?” Cassidy asked. Mom wasn’t just a mom. She was also a Christian counselor, and sometimes she was smarter than the average mom. Not always. But for the most part Cassidy respected her. A lot of times she even listened to her. Sure, her friends would probably think that was weird, but it was what it was.
“You have to stop and think,” Mom said as she poured cream into her coffee. “Is your focus on appearances controlling you? Or are you controlling it? As soon as
“That’s really cutting it close,” Devon declared.
“I’ll say.” Bryn frowned. “I wanted to go dress shopping this weekend.”
“So did I,” Abby told her.
“No reason we can’t shop for dresses,” Devon said as she reached for the notebook.
“But what if we don’t get asked?” Cassidy queried.
“We’ll get asked,” Devon assured her.
“We can always save our receipts,” Emma said quietly. “Just in case.”
“Well, that sounds overwhelmingly confident,” Bryn teased.
“Just being realistic.” Emma twisted her coffee cup in her hands. “Besides, some of us are on tighter budgets than others. No way am I wasting money on a dress, even an inexpensive one, that I’m not going to wear at least once.”
“I’m with you on that,” Cassidy told her.
“Are you two in the club or not?” Devon demanded.
Emma and Cassidy both nodded.
“Then let’s hear a little more optimism.”
“That’s right.” Bryn pointed at Cassidy now. “And I expect you to come to my house tomorrow afternoon for your makeover.”
“When are we going dress shopping?” Abby asked.
After a couple minutes of going over their schedules, it was finally agreed that Cassidy’s makeover would be switched to the morning, and the five girls would go dress shopping inthe afternoon. But as Cassidy was going home, she still had her doubts. Yes, she would cooperate with the makeover. The more she thought about it, the more she felt her friends were probably right. But when it came to dress shopping, she would pace herself. It was fine if they wanted to make fools of themselves by purchasing formal dresses for a dance no one had invited them to. But she was not falling for it.
“Do you think it’s silly for me to get a makeover?” Cassidy asked her mom on Saturday morning.
Mom’s brows lifted. “A makeover?”
“Nothing major,” Cassidy said quickly. “I mean, I’m not cutting my hair or coloring it or anything drastic.”
“Oh, good.” Mom stroked Cassidy’s hair. “Your hair is gorgeous.”
“Yeah, my friends think it’s my best asset.”
Mom laughed. “Well, I think you have lots of assets.”
Cassidy frowned. “So maybe I don’t need a makeover?”
“You’re getting a makeover?” Callie asked as she came into the kitchen.
Cassidy shrugged. This wasn’t a topic she was eager to discuss in front of her pesky fourteen-year-old sister. After growing several inches and turning unexpectedly pretty (not that Cassidy planned to tell her, since her head was big enough), Callie had gotten obsessed with fashion.
“Well, if anyone could use a makeover, it would be you.”
“Thanks a lot.” Cassidy poured milk into her bowl of Cheerios.
“I’m not trying to offend you.” Callie filled a bowl with granola cereal, measuring it carefully with her eyes, as if shethought one extra teaspoon might result in a pound. Callie’s recent obsession with weight was ridiculous, bordering on scary. “Just being honest.”
Cassidy turned back to Mom. “What do you think? I mean, in a spiritual way. Do you think God wants us to be all focused on our outward appearances?”
Mom smiled. “I think God prefers we work on our interior selves. But I also think there’s nothing wrong with looking your best.” She glanced at Callie. “As long as you don’t take it to extremes.”
“How do you know if you’re taking it to extremes?” Cassidy asked. Mom wasn’t just a mom. She was also a Christian counselor, and sometimes she was smarter than the average mom. Not always. But for the most part Cassidy respected her. A lot of times she even listened to her. Sure, her friends would probably think that was weird, but it was what it was.
“You have to stop and think,” Mom said as she poured cream into her coffee. “Is your focus on appearances controlling you? Or are you controlling it? As soon as
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