Kaye. “Why, that’s very generous of you,” he was telling the designer as Mickey took her seat. “What’s going on?” Gabriel whispered. “Why is that uppity lady here?” “Get a clue!” South leaned forward and smacked him on the head. “That uppity lady is Victoria Vanderweil.” “No way!” Gabriel whistled through his teeth. “Cool.” Mickey was afraid to guess the reason for Victoria’s visit to FAB, but she hoped it wasn’t to report to her teacher that she had crashed Cordy’s party. “Class,” Mr. Kaye addressed the room, tapping a ruler on his desk. “Attention, please. I am happy to share some very exciting news with you all.” Mickey held her breath. It didn’t sound like Victoria was ratting her out. “Ms. Vanderweil wishes to commend FAB and specifically one of our pupils for teaching her granddaughter a lesson in personal expression.”
