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Luckily, I’ to talk about "that boy" with Moestures for htly, and I blink at her

"For my dress?" I ask, and there’s a flash of the old Ellie in her eyes as she smirks at me and says, "What do you think?"

Stupid question, okay, but I wish I’d been a little ht today was all about Ellie, nother hands a little, and I give her a wan s my hands or fiddle with the hem of my skirt I look okay today--I’d known better than to wear jeans and a T-shirt to a fashion designer’s studio, and had picked out one of the "outfit pods" Glynnis had h-waisted skirt with a black sleeveless blouse and a gray-and-white cardigan Bright colors would’ve been too conspicuous And trustout an outfit for stealth, I’d had alike that had become so second nature to us," Ellie says, pulling me toward the back of the room, behind a heavy velvet curtain "She’s ready for you!"

"I’m not sure that’s actually true," I say, but the ht red hair, brighter than mine was before I ca a black ruffled shirt and a kilt in neon colors, plus the sickest pair of black patent leather boots, he’s exactly what I’d expect a faner to look like He’s not, however, who I would have thought Ellie would pick Still, his sious, and when he takesme up and down, I don’t even feel self-conscious

"Oh, this will be a drea over my ears like a wave

The space here in the back of the studio is open and bright The hardwood floors are ancient and scuffed, and the walls are exposed brick There’s a long table against the back wall, covered in heaps of fabric, and I spot a few sketchbooks There are also a few dress duuard, one of which is swathed in the Baird tartan, and I wonder if that’s part of Ellie’s dress

And I really wonder what my dress will look like

Sadly, there’s none of that this ti with Angus just measures me And not just one time, either He runs that tape ,notes in a little notebook at his side Occasionally he mutters to hi out of hidden speakers, I can’t

By the tiht as well be one of those dress duain "Excited?" he asks, and I don’t know if he ive hiood old American double thuhs, then leans forward to place a sain "Just like your sister"

I don’t know if anyone has ever called me just like Ellie, and I’ it off and say, "Nah, she’s got better hair"

Angus laughs uproariously at that, like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard, and his assistant, the lady who brought me tea, also chortles

Not sure what to do with any of that, I give another aard s roo with one of the assistants, and Ellie is finishing up her tea, sitting on the couch opposite from the chair where I’d squirreledthere, all in white, her blond hair caught in a low ponytail and draped over one shoulder Even the way she holds her teacup is perfect

The three of us leave the studio amid a flurry of cheek kisses and head down to the car that’s waiting in the alley behind the studio

The car is there, just where we left it, but we pull up short as we see who’s standing beside the car Leaning on it, actually

Seb

"Sebastian!" Ellie says,her purse fro here?"