She tossed and turned for over an hour, flipping her pillow over and over to find a cool spot, counting hundreds of kittens and puppies, worrying about making enough money for Loving Locks, and wondering if she could function on barely any sleep. She and Brooke arrived at the Sparkle Spa super early on Saturday, and Charlotte walked in two minutes later. She’d made really cute and colorful signs about the prices of the special occasion manicure and the barrettes, and she set to work taping them around the salon. “Are we limiting the barrette purchasing?” she asked. “What do you mean?” Brooke said. She was creating a pretty display for the barrettes on a pillowcase the color of Purple You May Know. “Well,” Charlotte said, “we only have twenty-eight barrettes to sell, meaning fourteen pairs. So only fourteen people can buy a set of barrettes. And practically everyone at school said they want to buy them. So should we limit them to only one per person?” Aly was straightening up the polish wall.
