“I’m not going,” declared Sylvie. She plopped down on her bed in protest and crossed her bunny-slippered feet.
“Do you want to raid my closet? I know I never feel like I have anything to wear when I’m getting ready for a new date,” said Brenna as she dug through Sylvie’s closet. “I’ve got this red dress—”
“It has nothing to do with my clothes. I’m just not going. This whole thing was a mistake. I should never have let you talk me into it.”
“You have to go,” Brenna insisted. “He’s going to be waiting for you at El Charro.”
“So? If he never meets me in the first place, he doesn’t even know who to be mad at.”
“Apart from the fact that that’s totally rude and uncool behavior, you could run into him around town somewhere. We’re not that big a city. And then where will you be?”
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