Harriet Manners knows a lot of things.
knows that a cat has 32 muscles in each ear, a "jiffy" lasts 1/100th of
a second, and the average person laughs 15 times per day. What she
isn't quite so sure about is why nobody at school seems to like her very
much. So when she's spotted by a top model agent, Harriet grabs the
chance to reinvent herself. Even if it means stealing her Best Friend's
dream, incurring the wrath of her arch enemy Alexa, and repeatedly
humiliating herself in front of the impossibly handsome supermodel Nick.
Even if it means lying to the people she loves.
veers from one couture disaster to the next with the help of her overly
enthusiastic father and her uber-geeky stalker, Toby, she begins to
realise that the world of fashion doesn't seem to like her any more than
the real world did.
And as her old life starts to fall apart,
the question is: will Harriet be able to transform herself before she
Caymen Meyers studies the rich like her own personal science experiment. After years of observation she’s pretty sure they’re only good for
one thing—spending money on useless stuff, like the dolls in
her mother’s shop.
So when Xander Spence walks into the store to
pick up a doll for his grandmother, it only takes one glance for Caymen
to figure out he’s oozing rich. Despite his charming ways and that he’s
one of the first people who actually gets her, she’s smart enough to
know his interest won’t last. Because if there’s one thing she’s learned
from her mother’s warnings, it’s that the rich have a short attention
span. But Xander keeps coming around, despite her best efforts to scare
him off. And much to her dismay, she's beginning to enjoy his company.
knows her mom can’t find out—she wouldn’t approve. She’d much rather
Caymen hang out with the local rocker who hasn’t been raised by money.
But just when Xander’s attention and loyalty are about to convince
Caymen that being rich isn’t a character flaw, she finds out that money
is a much bigger part of their relationship than she’d ever realized.
And that Xander’s not the only one she should’ve been worried about.
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