KATIE'S POV: "So I should wear the red dress, right?" Jenna asked, for the hundredth time. She had let me tag along with her and Isabella to help her pick the perfect outfit. "Yes. Red." I said. Like it mattered either way. Tonight was the Christmas dance. And somehow she had gotten it into her head that she would be dancing with Mike Montana. "But Mike's favorite color is blue," Isabella said from under an armload of dresses in the corner of the tiny change room. Jenna whined. I groaned. I should have just stayed home. Go, Granny had said, practically shoving me out the door, girl fun is just what you need. Since when was an hour- long debate about Mike Montana's favorite colors fun? "Look, Jenna," I said, losing patience. "Mike also likes the Ottawa Senators but you're not going to wear goalie pads and a helmet to the dance, now are you?"Jenna looked at Isabella. Like it might actually be a possibility. "That's it." I grabbed my coat. "I'm out of here." "What's her problem?" Isabella asked in a voice loud enough for me to hear. "No date for the dance? There's always Will." I never liked that girl. Granny wouldn't either. They giggled as I left. Whispering to each other about how I wasn't helping my case with those clothes and that hairstyle. Yeah. Whatever. "That you?" Granny asked, surprised I was back so soon. She came down the front hall and caught me just standing, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I had to be honest. The girls were right about one thing. I did look kind of grungy. From my frizzy hair to my salt-stained jean hems, I wasn't much to look at. "Granny," I asked, bracing myself for the truth. "Am I ... pretty?" "'Course you are, girl." She tilted her head. "Mind you, you could do with a bit of fixing up. Maybe a trim." She looked at her reflection beside mine. "I'm looking a bit haggard myself. What say we head out for some real girl fun, just you and me?" We spent the rest of the afternoon back at the mall- only this time I had a blast. "Give us something new and exciting," Granny told Rhonda, the hairstylist. "Just not too exciting." Rhonda cut and colored Granny's salt-and-pepper bun into a cute little bob just below the chin. Granny looked like a new woman.I didn't get mine dyed. Rhonda said I didn't need to, that I had natural highlights. That people actually paid to get their hair my reddish color. We talked about school and shopping as she cut long strands of hair. I was a bit anxious when I saw all the hair on the floor, but by the time she finished drying it, I looked like a movie star. I never knew my hair could do that. "Now you're all set for the dance tonight," Rhonda said putting down the brush. "What?" Granny said. "A dance? You didn't tell me about that." I hadn't planned on going. "Yeah," Rhonda continued. "The Christmas formal. You should see the nice tie I got my Shane. He's about your age, honey. You know him?" I gawked at her in the mirror. Shane's mom? She didn't look a thing like him, maybe because she was nice and smiled a lot. "Well, you tell him I said to go on up and ask that {{user}} girl to dance," Rhonda winked. "Had a crush on her since September, only he's too shy to admit it."I nearly choked. Shane likes {{user}}!?