waving a Teen Vogue in Mickeyâs face.
âBoringâ¦and predictable,â Mickey said, glancing at the photo of the fashionista in a buttercup-yellow sweater and white jeans. âIâd cut that sweater into a crop top and pair it with something graphicâlike an ikat-print wrap skirt.â
Annabelle looked confused. âWhatâs an ikat? Is that like an iPad?â
Mickey giggled. When it came to fashion lingo, Anna was kind of clueless. âItâs a dyeing technique used to pattern textiles,â she explained to her friend.
Annabelle shook her head. âI still donât get it. But Iâm sure if you designed for Bella, sheâd look amazing.â
If only! Mickey desperately wanted to have her own fashion label one day, one that stars begged to wear on the red carpet. It was the reason sheâd jumped at the chance to attend FAB, even if her mom hadnât been enthusiastic about the idea.
âYouâre eleven,â her mother had protested when the acceptance letter came. âI donât know how I feel about you living in New York City.â
âItâs not like Iâll be living on Jupiter,â Mickey had pointed out. âItâs just a train ride away and Iâll come home every weekend. Besides, Iâll be staying with Aunt Olive.â
Her momâs sister wasnât an easy egg to crack, but Mickey had won her overâand even helped her come out of her shell. Aunt Olive had recently traded in her severe business suits and sensible shoes for a purple wool trapeze jacket and leather boots.
âYou like it?â sheâd asked Mickey as she modeled it in their living room.
âItâs so cool.â Mickey applauded her. âThe color is very bold and regal, and those boots are fierce.â
âIs that good?â Olive asked, scratching her head. âDo I want to be fierce?â
âYou do!â Mickey chuckled. âEspecially in the workplace. You want to show your bosses youâre not afraid of hard work. You can handle anything.â
âAnd my clothes say that?â
âThey speak volumes,â Mickey assured her. âThatâs whatâs so incredible about fashion. It can talk for you and about you.â
âWell, then,â Olive said, checking her look one more time in the mirror. âMy look is saying, âOlive, better get a move on! Youâve got a legal brief due in less than an hour!ââ
The students at FAB were a whole other story. When an assignment called for an original design for a World Hunger T-shirt, of course Mickey decided to adorn hers with real food. The only problem was that it spoiled overnight.
âThey think Iâm a freak,â she had complained during her first weeks to her one confidant, JC. He knew a thing or two about how to navigate the social scene at FAB. He was a year older and a seventh-grader, not to mention a brilliant designer of canine couture.
âWell, you do smell like cabbage,â he pointed out. âAnd your hair looks like you dipped it in creamed spinach.â
âI thought everyone at FAB would be creative and edgy,â Mickey said with a sigh. âIâve always had my own sense of style. I thought here it would be welcome.â
JC nodded. âI get it. You like to stand out. But thisââhe pointed to her neon-yellow combat boots and green-plaid leggings with ripped kneesââthis might be taking it a bit too far. Unless youâre Lady Gaga, that is.â
He gave her an extreme makeover so that the kids at FAB wouldnât be so distracted by her outward appearance that they couldnât appreciate her talent.
He instructed her to wash the green highlights out of her hair, then gave her a new name (Kenzie Wills), a new identity (daughter of a famous Finnish designer), and a streamlined new look. âLess is more,â he taught her. âNo more hair chalk highlights. Lose the
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