The Secret Diamond Sisters by Michelle Madow Read Free Book Online

makeup instead of the cheap
chalky stuff from the drugstore, expensive clothing from the department stores
she walked through when she went to the mall but could never afford, designer
sunglasses and shoes.... The list went on. She could already see herself walking
down the Las Vegas Strip like a movie star or a pop singer. Everyone would stare
at her as she walked by.... It would be incredible. She could also get a quality
guitar to replace the beat up one with the warped neck she had now that went out
of tune all the time—one with solid wood to give it rich, resonant sound, and
better action to make it easier to play—like a Taylor or a Martin. Maybe she
would get both, for the fun of it. Or start a collection. A new guitar could be
the push she needed to bring her music to the next level.
    This would be the start of a new, better Savannah Diamond. She
couldn’t wait to get home once her mom was better and see the reactions from the
girls on the volleyball team, and from the guys in school. Finally, Savannah
would be noticed.
    Then she remembered the idea she’d had while reading Adrian’s
note.
    Gripping the card, Savannah rushed down the hallway. Her
sisters hurried behind her, Courtney asking where she was off to so fast. The
two doors on the left were close together, and she opened both of them.
    Both bedrooms were the same size, so they weren’t what she was
looking for. She rushed back down the hallway and through the living area, past
a sleek wooden dining set, cream-colored armchairs, a sofa in front of a
gigantic flat-screen television and an eating area near the
granite-countertopped kitchen. Then she arrived at the carved white-wooden
double doors at the far end of the condo.
    Savannah flung open the doors and raised a fist in victory. The
huge bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Strip, allowing beams
of sunlight to stream inside, and it was enormous—bigger than the entire
apartment she’d shared with her mom and sisters in Fairfield. She ran across the
plush carpeting and jumped onto the king-size bed, the white comforter
cushioning her fall, so soft that she sank right into it. She stretched her arms
over her head and leaned back into the mountain of pillows stacked in front of
the headboard. A white vanity backed against the wall—perfect for doing
makeup—and across from the bed stood a glass table with two cream-colored chairs
facing a flat-screen television. Mirrors separated by white wooden panels
covered the interior walls, and Savannah looked over her shoulder to smile at
her reflection.
    “I guess you’re claiming this room?” Courtney asked from the
doorway.
    Savannah sank deeper into the pillows, enjoying the feeling of
the silk against her skin. “I found it first,” she declared, staring dreamily up
at the ceiling. A crystal chandelier hung in the center, the lights sparkling
everywhere, and Savannah felt like a modern princess. Still, she checked to see
if Courtney looked upset. Savannah wanted to keep this room—and she had a
feeling her sisters would let her—but she didn’t want Courtney to be unhappy
about it. Most people didn’t know when Courtney was mad, since she didn’t scream
or lose her temper, but Savannah could always tell because she got withdrawn and
more polite than usual.
    “I don’t mind,” Courtney assured her, and Savannah could tell
by her genuine tone that she honestly wasn’t upset. “I don’t have enough stuff
to fill one of the other rooms up, let alone this one. And each room has a
private bathroom.”
    “Private bathrooms?” Savannah’s eyes widened. “Finally! Now I
won’t get yelled at to hurry up in the morning.”
    “I never yell at you,” Courtney said.
    “Peyton does,” Savannah said, thinking of how Peyton banged on
the door of the shared bathroom in their apartment and screamed at her to get
out when she wasn’t halfway done getting ready. “But now she won’t have to.”
    Peyton joined Courtney in the