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Oh, no "Thank you," I say uncertainly

Ivy narrows her eyes, nudges Marina with her elbow "Like, really beautiful You could pass for Angelina Jolie Don’t you think, Marina?"

"Please" I’ve been told that once or twice Usually by so a script for who’s hoping to get in ivelike her"

Now it’s Marina’s turn to scrutinize me "Yeah, actually you kind of do look like her"

My appetite evaporates, just like that I stare at er

"Where are you from anyway, Bryn? I don’t think you’ve ever told me," Ivy says

"I ca deliberately vague

"And where did you coht accent"

Crap I thought I’d banished that twang for good "Fine I grew up in Texas," I say with a sigh "A little town I’ to know," Marina says

I’d coet my past and start fresh I want a new chance, to be a new me Not sit over lunch and reminisce "Cactus, Texas, population three thousand-two hundred Right at the tippy-top of the state," I say

Ivy grins "You said tippy-top"

My cheeks are hot "I guess I’m still a bit of a hick" I am such a hick And in this town full of rich people, where everything is beautiful, and lush, and green, I’irl

"You are not a hick You’re adorable" Ivy s fro beforeto Ross, right?" I ask weakly, knowing there wasn’t a Ross Dress for Less anywhere near St Helena

"Absolutely not," Ivy says firreement

"There are a few boutiques nearby where I think we’ll find so to knock Matt’s socks off," Marina says

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