Lizzie closed her eyes as she recognized Sabrina’s voice. Straightening her shoulders, she turned to look at her.
Looking her up and down, she saw Sabrina wearing the crushed purple dress with the cutouts that Elle had rejected. Sabrina’s date, John Rogers, stood off to the side with one hand in his pants pocket while he stared off to the side, not paying attention to what was going on.
“Sabrina!” Lizzie exclaimed, standing up from her chair. “Don’t you look nice?”
A look of surprise crossed Sabrina’s face, but she quickly composed herself into her usual bored look.
“Thanks,” she said, then looked at Lizzie and nodded. “You look nice yourself.”
“Thank you, Sabrina,” Lizzie said, smiling at her. “Isn’t this place lovely?”
Lizzie glanced around the room, appreciating the dec
