Callie was wearing the new fringed Kelly green Prada dress she’d bought at Pimpernel’s, a multicolored Pucci headscarf, and four-inch-high silver Manolos. Her long strawberry-blond hair was swept up into a sexy, Asian-inspired bun, and she’d put thick kohl eyeliner around her eyes. She knew the other girls would be jealous, but that was the point. Sometimes it was more fun to dress up when there weren’t boys around. The pre-Black Saturday party was a tradition for Dumbarton girls. It was incredibly cool because there was a select guest list and there was always a wild theme. Benny Cunningham and Celine Colista had skipped out of field hockey practice early to convert the top-level common room into an Arabian Nights wonderland. They’d closed the giant bay window curtains so the whole room was shadowy and mysterious. Then they added twinkling lights, candles, pillows, incense, Grey Goose vodka, mini joints, pictures of elephants and multiarmed gods on the wall, and carefully placed Kama Sutras, which everybody knew were ancient sex manuals from India, and some bizarre, sexy Bhangra music Benny had gotten FedExed from Amazon.com the night before.
