City Secrets by Jessica Burkhart Read Free Book Online Page B

She’d always dressed well at school—not like a fashionista but like someone who knew what she wasdoing. I wondered if that entire time it had been Mrs. Fox’s personal shopper choosing and sending the clothes.
    â€œSienna’s the coolest,” Heather said as we walked down the aisle. “She knows exactly what I like.”
    â€œSo . . .” I didn’t want to start a fight with her, but I had to ask. “Do you like clothes and shopping when
you
do it, instead of someone doing it for you?”
    Heather rubbed her glossed lips together. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I like choosing styles and things that I like, instead of having clothes handed to me.”
    We reached the counter and waited while the salesclerk helped someone in front of us. It sounded like a fantasy having someone pick out clothes for you and knowing they’d look good. But the more I listened to Heather, the more I realized that wasn’t true. I wondered if a sense of individuality was lost when someone else was making all of your choices. I didn’t study fashion magazines, but I liked clothes and had fun piecing things together.
    The woman in front of us finished her conversation, and Heather and I moved up to the counter.
    â€œHi,” Heather said to the clerk. “Could you let Sienna know Heather Fox is here?”
    The woman nodded. “Certainly. One moment, please.”
    She picked up a phone and spoke quietly into it. She hung up and smiled at us. “Sienna will be right with you, Miss Fox. Please, may I take your purses until you’re finished shopping?”
    â€œSure,” Heather said. We handed our purses to the assistant and she disappeared into a back room.
    â€œIs that safe?” I asked. “We just gave someone our purses. My new gloss is in there!” I blurted out the last sentence.
    Heather looked at me, and for a second, I wondered if she was going to slap me. “Your
lip gloss
is safe, Silver. Trust me.”
    â€œHeather!” We both turned as a petite blonde hurried over and hugged Heather.
    â€œSienna, hi!” Heather said, hugging her back.
    Sienna smiled at me and stuck out her hand. “I’m Sienna, obviously.”
    â€œI got that,” I said, grinning. “I’m Sasha.”
    Sienna was dressed every bit the Barneys girl. Her spiky heels had to be at least four inches high. She wore a short skirt, ribbed black tights, and a simple white tank that was dressed up with a dozen layered necklaces. She looked amazing, but not like she was trying too hard in that annoying way.
    Sienna looked at Heather with a sideways expression. “So . . .are you here for something in particular, or are you here to—”
    â€œCause damage to the AmEx!” Heather and Sienna said at the same time, then they laughed.
    â€œYou know my mom,” Heather said. “She gave me her black AmEx. She doesn’t care what I put on it as long as it’s ‘proper’ for school.”
    â€œOh, I know,” Sienna said. Her tone made me realize that she and Heather had some sort of understanding about Mrs. Fox and her need to dress Heather like a style snob.
    â€œYou’ll love this,” Heather said. “It’s going to make your job
so
much easier.”
    Sienna raised an eyebrow. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
    Heather gave a fake giant grin. “Guess who won Homecoming Princess?”
    Sienna slapped her hand against the counter. “Omigod! No way.” She put her hand over her heart in a mocking way. “Your dream come true.”
    Faking seriousness, Heather nodded. “Exactly. So of course my mom’s going to expect even more ‘princess-worthy’ clothes.”
    Sienna put a hand to her chin. “We’ll do that.”
    Heather’s smile slipped.
    â€œAnd we’ll give that bag to your mom. And you cantake the clothes
you
want in another bag,” Sienna