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as an audition to see if they like it before they commit. That way if they can’t handle it and pull out, it doesn’t look like they are dropouts. Hopefully Miss Angelina will stay.”
    â€œYou want her to stay?” I wondered.
    â€œOh, you know,” she said coyly. “It’s just so much more fun having a big high-profile heiress around. It’s like every day is the Oscars. Red carpets all around.”
    I could see how having the pages of those magazines pop to life in the hallways or cafeteria would make for some good people watching. Which even non-scenesters like me could appreciate.
    â€œCome on, let’s go get our class schedules.” Phew. Actual classes and stuff to do beyond gaping at our stellar constellation of famous classmates! I could see how all the glamour could be a distraction to some. But not me. I would be 100 percent focused.
    Sofia guided me through the main courtyard into a small building with marble pillars. A discreet gold sign in French told me it was the registrar’s office. On the way we saw dozens of chicly clad students greeting one another, obviously happy to be reunited after a summer of yachting and sunbathing in far-flung exoticlocales. I envied the ease with which they laughed and talked, and couldn’t wait until I felt fully immersed and able to do the same with a few more friends of my own.
    The office had plush wall-to-wall carpeting and French antiques, enormous dark wood pieces behind which sat stern-looking Frenchwomen. They were all polished and chic in that European way, with very tailored suits and hair swept back neatly from their faces, but I kind of wished one of them would crack a smile. Sofia got her registration packet and plopped down on the settee to read through her class schedule. After I said my name, the woman behind the desk told me to wait a minute and disappeared into a back room. Seconds later, she reappeared and motioned for me to follow her. I shot Sofia a nervous look, but she mouthed Go for it so I followed the lady, who led me into an office with a middle-aged man in a business suit typing on his computer.
    He smiled and motioned for me to sit down.
    â€œWelcome to Van Pelt, Miss Peterson,” he said. “I am Monsieur Chival, the academic dean. We are so glad to have you.”
    â€œThank you,” I said timidly.
    â€œHow do you like Van Pelt so far?”
    â€œIt’s amazing, I can’t believe I’m here, I’m so excited….” I said, my voice trailing off.
    The man nodded. “Good, good. Miss Peterson, I have here your academic packet, which includes your courses and such. We assigned you Monsieur LeComte as your advisor. I think you willfind him to be a wonderful guide as you begin your journey here. And there is information about your tennis team. Coach Sachs is eagerly waiting to see you again. Says you’re quite a star in the making. We’re very lucky to have you here, Miss Peterson.”
    Them lucky to have me ? I blushed. I was starting to feel better. Maybe through my tennis I’d have a chance to fit in and make friends. Things were all starting to come together. I hoped.

Chapter Five
    â€œY ou’re late,” said the man in a brusque German accent two courts away. I recognized Coach Sachs, a lanky man in his midforties with a thick mass of salt-and-pepper hair. I could feel the blood rise to my face as I picked up my pace.
    â€œI am?” I called meekly.
    â€œYou were supposed to be here one hour ago, Miss Peterson. It’s on the schedule black as black. We’ve been loitering about waiting for you.”
    I felt nauseous. I looked around at the twenty faces staring atme curiously from across the clay tennis court. One I recognized as Victoria, a member of the Diamonds. She had a haughty, arrogant look on her face, and she blew a stray hair out of her eyes in irritation. Next to her, on the baseline, was a thin guy about my age with bright