The next two days were a blur of school, homework, sewing; school, homework, sewing . . . Luckily, I had Mom to help me with problems, and Millicent answered every single text I sent her. She is amazing. On Friday night, Mom and Eddie even let me stay up until midnight. I was glad at the time, but when my alarm went off at eight the next morning, I groaned. “Nooooo!” I turned off the alarm and pulled my pillow over my face. I didn’t want to get up. But I had to be at Emma’s at nine to decorate the cupcakes, and I didn’t want to let down my friends—especially since they had done the baking without me last night. Still grumbling, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. A few minutes later I was downstairs, wearing leggings and a T-shirt and with my hair pulled back into a ponytail. I grabbed a box of cereal from the cabinet and walked over to the kitchen table, yawning. Mom and Eddie were sitting there, drinking coffee. “Late night last night?” Eddie teased.
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