“my dad instructed. “The governor will not thank us if we leave her standing in the dark when she makes her speech.” We were stringing orange-and-white Japanese-style paper lanterns across the deck. “Why can’t Ryan do this?” I grumbled. “He’s so tall, he wouldn’t even need a ladder. My arms are twitching from holding them up so high.” “Remember that feeling next time you decide to purposely lose a match,” my dad said. That’s my dad. He just can’t resist any opportunity for a lect...ure. I had been working all day to get the club ready for the fund-raiser, and I felt like Cinderella before the ball. Charlie and her pals (who I began to think of as the wicked stepsisters) had done nothing to help—unless you consider trying on a million different outfits helpful, which personally, I don’t. Because I was technically still being punished, I had to do all the grunt work.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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