Lana complained of the contestant who’d just left. “She was a moth, not a butterfly.”“A moth?” Darla laughed, not about to let Lana get to her today. She had too many reasons to be in a good mood. Like finally seeing Blake again when he arrived later in the day. Not only that, she’d bought time on her parents’ ranch by negotiating ridiculously high payments she’d sworn to her parents she could handle. “Hmm, well then,” Darla continued, “I guess I should rebut by saying she’s a caterpillar who will become a beautiful butterfly.”“I’m with Darla on this one,” Ellie agreed, flipping her ever-changing hair—it was pink and blue today, yesterday it was some form of purple—over her shoulders. “Butterfly in the making all the way. That girl is going to spread her wings and fly.”“You’re always with Darla,” Lana sneered. “One might think you have a crush on her.”Ellie grinned and wrapped an arm around Darla. “A girl crush,” she joked. “I lurve her so much.”
