low…and…pink striped LeSportsac makeup bag；
watching herself in one of the diminutive； square over…the…sink mirrors as she talked。 Lauren
Hutton was right。 Her nose did look smaller。 If only her dark hair weren？t so darned curly and
unmanageable。 ？This is my last chance。 If I don？t get in there； I？m going to have to go to public
school。？
Heaven forbid！
？I just wish I hadn？t burned all those paintings？？ she added wistfully and rubbed her lips together
one last time。
Back when she？d been in love with Nate； Jenny had painted his portrait in the style of each of her
favorite painters： Matisse； Picasso； Chagall； Monet； Warhol； Pollock。 The paintings had been vivid
and full of emotion； as if she？d been trying to invoke love itself right there on the canvas。 But
when Nate had broken her heart； she？d set fire to them in a metal trash can out on the sidewalk in
front of her building； burning every last one。
Elise bared her teeth at the mirror； trying to dig out the remains of the orange she？d eaten for
lunch with her jagged； unpainted pinky nail。 ？Yeah； but would you rea