Normally, she had so many ideas, it was hard to get them out of her head and onto the paper fast enough. But with her confidence rattled, every time she started to sketch, shesecond guessed herself. What if it turns out awful? What if itâs not up to my usual level of creative innovation? What if Iâm just not good enough?
She heard the phone ring but was busy worrying, so she let Marcus get it.
âZo! Itâs for you!â he shouted.
When she picked up, the woman on the other end introduced herself as Mrs. Perry and said she was one of the organizers of the gift fair.
âWeâve had a cancellation, and weâd like to offer you a booth, if youâre still interested,â she said. âAre you?â
Finally! Some good news! Zoey thought.
âYes! I am!â she exclaimed.
âOh good,â Mrs. Perry said. âThereâs just one caveat: Weâd like you to add more accessories to your offerings, because theyâre easier to sell as gifts. Would you be willing to do that?â
âSure,â Zoey saidâalthough as soon as she agreed, she wondered if it would cause problems with Allie.
âGreat!â Mrs. Perry said. âWeâll see you on setup day!â
Zoey thought for a few moments after hanging up the phone, then she dialed Allieâs number.
âHey, Allieâgood news! I got a booth!â
âYou did? Thatâs awesome!â
âYeah, there was a cancellation,â Zoey explained. âI was wonderingâcould we get together tomorrow to talk details?â
âSure!â Allie said. âIâll come over at . . . How does ten sound?â
âSounds good,â Zoey said.
Hopefully, Marcus would sleep late, so she wouldnât have to deal with any awkwardness between her brother and his former girlfriend. And hopefully, sheâd be able to talk through the accessories situation with Allie.
Mr. Webber was reading the paper and drinking coffee in the kitchen when Allie arrived the next morning.
âAllie Lovallo! Nice to see you,â he said. âItâs been a while.â
Zoey flashed her father an Oh, Dad! look. Did he have to make a point about the fact she hadnâtbeen around as much . . . for obvious and awkward reasons ?
âGreat to see you, too, Mr. Webber,â Allie said.
âLetâs go in the living room,â Zoey said. âSo we can talk.â
âIâve got pictures of some new belts Iâm going to be selling at the gift fair,â Allie said. âI canât wait to show you.â
The girls sat on the sofa, and Allie took out her phone and started swiping through photos of her newest accessories.
âWhat do you think?â she asked Zoey.
âTheyâre fab,â Zoey said. âI like the one with the beads.â
âYeah, thatâs my favorite, too,â Allie said. âI like it so much, I almost donât want to sell it!â
âSpeaking of selling . . . um . . . One of the conditions of me getting the booth at the gift fair is that I have to offer more accessories,â Zoey said.
âOh,â Allie said.
âAre you upset?â Zoey asked.
âNo, not upset,â Allie said. âI totally understand. I just donât want to feel like itâs some kind ofcompetition, because weâre both going to be selling accessories.â
âI donât think it will be,â Zoey said. âI mean, our styles are different enough that thereâs room for both of us, donât you think?â
âYeah,â Allie said. âThatâs true.â
âHow about we just promise not to let it get weird?â Zoey suggested.
âSounds like a plan,â Allie agreed. âIâm up for a No Weirdness Pact.â
Once theyâd shaken on it, Zoey felt better about the whole thing, although secretly she wondered if theyâd actually be able to keep to