Africa and handing out rice?â I asked, lifting my head.
âUm. Sure?â Danny gave me an odd look. âIâm sure thereâs a charity out there that . . . goes to Africa and hands out rice.â
âDanny,â Jess said, sighing, âfocus on the important things here. What about all the events sheâs going to get invited to. Premieres, black-tie galas, shop openings, fashion shows. Thatâs the best thing about being a celebrity.â
âOh no,â I whined, returning my head to my arms. âIâm going to have to learn how to walk like a normal person.â
âYes,â I heard Danny say solemnly. âYes, you are.â
âOh my God!â Jess suddenly gasped, reaching forward and shaking my arm so that I was forced to look up at her. âIf you get tickets to On the Rox, you have to invite me. Marianne is definitely having a thing with the lead singer. I saw it online a couple of weeks ago.â
âOn the who?â
âOn the Rox! Theyâre my favorite band. Being Marianneâs sister, youâre bound to get free tickets.â
âStepsister,â I corrected.
âAnna, who cares? Please, promise me youâll take me if you get tickets to see On the Rox. I would be the happiest person in the world.â
âPromise.â I smiled as she punched the air in victory. âIâve never even heard of them, though.â
âOf course you havenât! But youâll love them.â Jess nodded vigorously with a huge grin. âAsk Marianne; sheâll tell you all about them.Itâs so cool that she can date rock stars. You might start dating rock stars!â
I snorted. âDonât think so somehow.â
âWell, if you keep snorting like that you certainly wonât.â Jess raised her eyebrows at me. âI bet youâre going to meet some pretty amazing people. Weâre going to have to work on your conversation skills. Youâll have to learn not to talk about Dog and Marvin comics so much in the presence of celebrities.â
âMarvel. Not Marvin. Seriously, who is this Marvin person?â
Before Jess could answer, we were interrupted by two people suddenly standing by our table. I looked up to see Sophie and Josie smiling down at me. I immediately sat up straight. This was it. I braced myself for the onslaught of ridicule.
âHey, Anna, sorry to disturb your lunch,â Sophie began.
Jess was scowling so hard, I thought the waves of âgo awayâ coming off her might knock Sophie and Josie off their far-too-high-for-school heels.
âI just wanted to say that we saw about your dad in the papers. Thatâs really cool.â
âIt is?â I replied warily.
âYeah, really cool. Anyway, my uncle remarried a few years ago, so I know what itâs like to be in your position.â
âNot quite the same thing,â Jess muttered, picking up her fork and stabbing at a tomato.
Sophie ignored her. âIf you ever wanted to talk about anything. Maybe fashion tips or . . . hairstyles.â She eyed my head coolly. I was well aware that having been leaning on my folded arms for the majority of our lunch break I probably had a watch mark right in the middle of my forehead or something.
âSophie has talked a lot with Brendanâs mom about stuff like this,â Josie said authoritatively. âSo feel free to ask us any questions.â
âHow generous.â Jess smiled sweetly up at them, like a viper would right before gobbling up a mouse.
âUm, yeah, thanks,â I said, trying to elbow Jess.
âAnd listen, Anna.â Josie took a deep breath. âThe fire thing. Itâs forgotten. I know it was an accident. And youâve clearly been under a lot of stress. It canât be easy being around people like Helena and Marianne when youâre obviously not really . . . well, not that interested in their
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