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Emily looked up. “UNC is a great swimming school.”<br />
“Maybe I could talk to him about you.”<br />
Emily stared at her. “But you don’t even know me!”<br />
Chloe shifted Grace higher in her arms. “You seem nice.”<br />
Emily peered at Chloe more closely. She had a pleasant round face, sparkling hazel eyes, and long, shiny brown hair the color of a chocolate Pudding<br />
Pop. Her eyebrows looked like they hadn’t been plucked in a while, she didn’t have much makeup on, and Emily was pretty sure she’d seen the dress<br />
Chloe was wearing at The Gap. She liked her instantly for not trying so hard.<br />
The front door to the Hastingses’ house opened, and a few guests emerged onto the porch. A zing of fear bolted through Emily’s chest. Coat check!<br />
“I-I have to go,” she cried, spinning around. “I’m supposed to be working coat check. I’m probably going to be fired now.”<br />
“It was nice to meet you!” Chloe waved, and then made Grace wave, too. “And, hey! If you’re that eager for money, want to babysit for us Monday night?<br />
My parents don’t know anyone yet, and I have a college interview.”<br />
Emily paused in the frosty grass. “Where do you live?”<br />
Chloe laughed. “Right. That would be helpful, huh?” She pointed across the street. “There.”<br />
Emily stared at the large Victorian and swallowed a gasp. Chloe’s family had moved into the Cavanaughs’ old house.<br />
“Um, sure. Yeah.” Emily waved good-bye and sprinted back toward the house. As she passed by the thick line of shrubs that separated the Hastings<br />
property from the DiLaurentises’, she heard a high-pitched giggle.<br />
She stopped suddenly. Was someone watching her? Laughing?<br />
The giggling faded into the trees. Emily shuffled up the front walk, trying to shake the sound from her head. She was just hearing things. No one was<br />
watching her anymore. Those days were thankfully long, long gone.<br />
Right?<br />
Chapter 3<br />
Just another perfect political family<br />
That same Saturday night, Hanna Marin sat with her boyfriend, Mike Montgomery, in an old glass bottle warehouse turned photography studio in<br />
downtown Hollis. The high-ceilinged industrial space was filled with hot lights, multiple cameras, and several different backdrops—a blue cloth, an autumn<br />
scene, and a screen covered with a big, waving American flag, which Hanna found unbearably cheesy.<br />
Hanna’s father, Tom Marin, stood amid the throng of political advisors, adjusting his tie and mouthing his lines. He was running for U.S. Senate next<br />
November, and today he was filming his very first political commercial that would introduce Pennsylvania to just how senatorial he was. His new wife,<br />
Isabel, stood next to him, fluffing her brown, chin-length hair, smoothing down her red politician’s-wife power suit—complete with shoulder pads, ugh—<br />
and inspecting her orangey skin in a Chanel hand mirror.<br />
“Seriously,” Hanna whispered to Mike, who was helping himself to yet another sandwich from the food cart. “Why didn’t someone tell Isabel to lay off<br />
Mystic Tan? She looks like an Oompa Loompa.”<br />
Mike snickered, squeezing Hanna’s hand as Hanna’s stepsister, Kate, glided past. Unfortunately, Kate wasn’t a clone of her mom—she looked like she’d<br />
spent the day in the salon getting her chestnut hair highlighted, fake eyelashes glued on, and teeth whitened so she’d look absolutely perfect for her<br />
father’s big commercial. Stepfather, not that Kate ever made the distinction. And not that Hanna’s dad ever did, either.<br />
Then, as if sensing Hanna was thinking nasty thoughts about her, Kate pranced over. “You guys should be helping, you know. There’s a ton to do.”<br />
Hanna took an apathetic sip from the can of Diet Coke she’d pilfered from the cooler. Kate had taken it upon herself to be her dad’s mini assistant like<br />
some eager intern on The West Wing. “Like what?”<br />
“Like you could help me run my lines,” Kate suggested bossily. She reeked of her favorite Jo Malone Fig and Cassis body lotion, which to Hanna smelled<br />
like a moldy prune left out in the woods too long. “I have three sentences in the ad, and I want them to be perfect.”<br />
“You have lines?” Hanna blurted, and then instantly regretted it. That was exactly what Kate wanted her to say.<br />
As Hanna predicted, Kate’s eyes widened with fake sympathy. “Oh, Hanna, you mean you don’t haveany? I wonder why that is?” She whirled around and<br />
sauntered back to the set. Her hips swung. Her glossy hair bounced. No doubt there was a huge smile on her face.<br />
Shaking with fury, Hanna grabbed a handful of potato chips from the bowl next to her and shoved them in her mouth. They were sour cream and onion, not<br />
her favorite, but she didn’t care. Hanna had been warring with her stepsister ever since Kate reentered Hanna’s life last year and became one of the most<br />
popular girls at Rosewood Day. Kate was still BFFs with Naomi Zeigler and Riley Wolfe, two bitches who’d had it in for Hanna ever since their Ali (aka<br />
Courtney) ditched them at the beginning of sixth grade. After Hanna reunited with her old friends, Kate’s rise to popularity didn’t bother her so much, but<br />
now that she, Spencer, Aria, and Emily weren’t speaking, Hanna couldn’t help but let Kate get to her.<br />
“Forget her.” Mike touched Hanna’s arm. “She looks like she has an American flag shoved up her butt.”