Genre: YA Contemporary
Word Count: 53,000
Fifteen-year-old Taylor Schuman unravels a famous fashion designer’s adoption secret like it’s a loose hem on her borrowed homecoming dress.
Asking her secret crush to slow dance is humiliating enough, but when she discovers adoption papers proving her best friend’s really the daughter of a wealthy fashion designer―that’s messed up. What’s worse, the attorney knows Taylor legally crossed the line to uncover the lies surrounding the adoption, and he’s not afraid to use his power. Taylor is forced to stay quiet or face Juvie.
Taylor must decide whether to expose the secret at the risk of losing her friend, or help the designer find her daughter. And sometime between all of that, figure out what to do about the cute guy.
So I finally scored a date with Kyle Baldwin. The screwed up part? It was only because his girlfriend was at home with the stomach flu, and couldn’t go to the homecoming dance. I’m a better option than puke. Not the best way to make a girl feel like Cinderella.
Heck to the yes, even if my Disney princess status was in definite question without a dress. I didn’t have Cinderella’s little blue birds. I didn’t even have a few rats with handy-dandy scissors. What I did have?
Our next door neighbor and my mom’s best friend, Nancy Kline. Yep. The Nancy Kline. The fashion designer who sold her label to Thalia. She insisted I wear one of her newest couture designs to the dance. Me. In couture. Like I’d say no to that.
Nancy’s gargantuan closet was filled with high-end designer threads. It was impossible to pick a favorite, until I saw the short sequined strapless dress. “This is it.”
I wiggled out of my Seven jeans and tossed my T-shirt to the floor. “It’s fabulous.” I stood in front of Nancy’s full-length mirror and liked what I saw. The crisscross ribbons made my waist look smaller, and the feathers dangled off my thighs making me feel like an angel¾minus the halo. I looked better than me. “I love, love, love it.”
“Taylor, you look stunning.” Nancy’s dramatized tone was convincing, and I wanted to believe her.
But I kept fidgeting, pulling up the loose fabric under my armpits.