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She dipped her spoon into her cup of Pinkberry and shoved an enormous bite in her mouth, letting out a
little
mmm to emphasize how good an idea she thought this was. Then she fed a little bite to Dot, her
miniature
Doberman, whom she’d brought along in her brand-new Juicy Couture doggie carrier. The Pinkberry
workers kept shooting daggers in Hanna’s direction. Some lame rule said that dogs weren’t allowed in
here,
but surely they meant dirty dogs, like labs and Saint Bernards and hideous little shih tzus. Dot was the
cleanest dog in Rosewood. Hanna gave him weekly bubble baths in lavender-scented dog shampoo
imported
from Paris.
Riley twirled a piece of coppery hair around her fingers. “But you can’t sneak wine here like you can at
Rive
Gauche.”
“Yes, but you can’t bring dogs to Rive Gauche,” Hanna said, cupping Dot’s little face in her hands. She
gave
him another tiny bite of Pinkberry.
Naomi took a bite of yogurt and immediately reapplied a coat of Guerlain KissKiss lipstick. “And the
lighting
in here is so…unflattering.” She peered into the round mirrors that lined Pinkberry’s walls. “I feel like
my pores are magnified.”
Hanna slammed her Pinkberry cup on the table, making the little plastic spoon jump. “Okay, I didn’t
want
to resort to this, but before we broke up, Lucas told me that Rive Gauche has rats in the kitchen. Do you
really
want to hang out somewhere with a rodent problem? There could be rat poop in your frites.”
“Or do you not want to hang out there because of a Lucas problem?” Naomi snickered, tossing her pale
blond hair over her bony shoulder. Kate giggled and raised the cup of mint tea she’d bought earlier at
Starbucks