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out.”
    â€œReally?” Heather hesitated. She didn’t want a date—not with a guy. But Tony was nice, and he wasn’t making it sound like a real date. Just friends. Plus having him lined up would at least mean that Marianna and Lisa Marie could give it a rest.
    He shrugged again. “It’ll be fun,” he said casually.
    â€œOkay.”
    Why not? She felt comfortable with him. Not all tense and nervous, the way she was around Katie. Maybe this could work out after all.
    In fact, she was beginning to think that maybe she’d made a mistake. Maybe, if she gave guys a try . . . and if she just stuffed her feelings for girls . . . maybe her gay feelings would go away.
    In any case, Tony was the lucky guy she was going to experiment on.

Chapter 12
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    â€œWhy are we filling up on burgers and fries before we go dress shopping?” Lisa Marie asked as she took another big bite of her juicy Monterey burger, slathered in cheese and mushrooms. “I’m already bloated enough without this junk.”
    â€œNo one made you order that!” Heather said. She sort of wanted to add, And I wish you hadn’t.
    The truth was, Heather was sort of repulsed by all the greasy food spread out on the table, but she didn’t want to say anything. It was just one more way she felt different from her friends these days—and she didn’t need that right now.
    â€œWe need fortification,” Marianna said, encouraging Lisa Marie to eat without feeling guilty. “I ran 3K this morning. I’d never survive a shopping marathon without stoking up.”
    â€œOkay, but I want to go straight to BCBG as soon as we’re done,” Lisa Marie announced. “I’ve been saving for forty-five days to buy that dress, and I’m taking it home today.”
    â€œWhat about shoes?” Heather asked.
    â€œI’ve got enough for that pair of Jimmy Choo knockoffs,” Lisa Marie said happily. “You won’t believe where I got the extra money, either.”
    â€œWhere?” Marianna asked, her mouth full of a Philly cheesesteak.
    â€œAngela sent it to me.” Lisa Marie was clearly pleased. “She said she had some cash stashed away for a rainy day, and she wanted my prom to be as perfect as hers was. Can you believe that?”
    I wish I had a sister, Heather thought. Being an only child had its perks—she got just about everything she wanted or needed—but there was a downside, too. Like being too much the center of attention at home, especially now that her parents were divorced.
    â€œThat’s cool about your sister,” Heather said. “But what I meant about the shoes is that you’re supposed to shop for them first thing in the day. Before your feet get all nasty and swollen. Otherwise, you’ll buy a size too big.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œThat’s what I read,” Heather said.
    â€œI thought it was the other way around,” Marianna argued. “Shop for shoes last. That way they’ll still fit when your feet swell up.”
    â€œBut then they’ll be too big at the beginning of the evening,” Heather argued. “We should do the shoes first.”
    â€œOh, whatever,” Lisa Marie said. “Let’s just get the shoes over with so we can go directly to BCBG, okay?”
    They finished eating, dumped their trash, hit the restroom, and then stopped in Sephora for a touch-up, to make sure their hair and lip gloss looked good.
    As Lisa Marie put it, “We’re going to be staring into mirrors; we’d better like what we see.”
    Then they made a beeline to Mar-vel-ous, Heather’s favorite shoe store. They were known for carrying fabulous knockoff shoes at decent prices. Heather bought a pair of pointy green heels trimmed in velvet, and Lisa Marie got the black imitation Jimmy Choos.
    Marianna tried on ten different pairs and then decided to wait until she found