"Operation Sparkle is a stupid name," Vex complained the next morning, sprawled across my bed. "We should call it Operation Destroy the Witch."
"Too obvious," Lily argued, braiding her hair with quick, practiced movements. "Besides, I already made friendship bracelets with little sparkles."
She proudly held up a handful of woven bracelets, each decorated with tiny glittering beads.
"You made those last night?" I asked, impressed.
"Couldn't sleep. Was too excited about being spies."
Maria rolled her eyes, but I noticed she was already wearing her bracelet.
Our planning session was interrupted by a knock at the door. We froze, exchanging panicked looks. Briana quickly shoved our notes under a pillow while Fiona positioned herself casually by the window.
"Come in," I called, trying to
