“Where’s your tiara?” Sylvie says. We all turn and look at her. She and Finny are standing by us. In the distance, I see Alexis and Victoria getting out of a limo. “Tiaras are for every day,” I say. “This is a special night.” “Oh,” she says. The boys snicker. Finny glances at them and tugs on her hand. “Let’s go in,” he says.
No. Now this i hte. Sylvie is trying. You can see it.
