![]() ![]() ![]() Her nose certainly looked different now that her baby fat had melted away. ![]() Lauren turned her head sideways to try and get a good look at her profile. Lauren felt a little like those young starlets who lost so much weight and started looking so hot that people whispered they'd had major plastic surgery. This one had pin-straight chestnut brown hair that fell softly on her shoulders and shone with reddish and caramel gold highlights, a killer Mystic spray tan, and cheekbones so sharp they could cut ice. The girl who smiled back from the mirror looked nothing like the old Lauren. Sometimes she couldn't believe it herself. She leaned back on the plush, baby-soft leather seat in her dad's sparkling new Bentley Continental and pressed a button that flipped a mirror on the console in front of her. And as far as she was concerned, upper form meant a whole new Lauren. She'd been wearing the same green plaid uniform to Miss Gamble's all her life, but she was in the upper form now - seventh grade - which meant saying good-bye to her boring old Buster Browns and hello to the first boy-girl dance with the hotties from Gregory Hall, which was only three weeks away. They looked so cute with her thick cashmere socks scrunched down just above the ankle, she thought. Lauren page smoothed down the folds of her short plaid skirt and crossed her legs so that she could admire the shiny new black-and-white Chanel spectator oxfords on her feet a little better. ![]()
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