The next afternoon, Elle had come over to help Lizzie get ready for her date with Luke.
“So, Sabrina kept trying to goad you into getting into a fight over her going out with Deon?” she asked Lizzie as they went through her clothes.
“Yeah,” Lizzie said, pulling out a skirt from her closet. “And she was so surprised that I wasn’t biting.”
Elle laughed and said, “I wish I could have seen her face!”
“Oh, you would have loved it!” Lizzie said. “It was priceless! I only wish I’d thought to take a picture of it.”
She held the skirt up in front of her with the top Elle had picked out.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she asked, “How does this look?”
Elle looked at her with a critical eye, then shook her head.
“That doesn’t look right,” she said.
Then she picked out a shirt
