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her head and the nostalgia seemed to vanish. “You’re just going to have to go all out so I can live vicariously through you, okay?”
    â€œPromise,” I said. With these tips from Feb, there was little chance of our crew
not
going all out. I couldn’t wait to pass along these latest itinerary additions to my friends.
    â€œWhat else do I need to know?” I asked. “I’ve already been warned about my embarrassing tendency to prematurely order cappuccino. And I texted Jade yesterday to get her French thumbs-up on a pair of sandals that my friend Amory just bought at Bendel’s—”
    â€œPerfect.” Feb nodded. “I was just getting to fashion. Now, I haven’t been to Paris in at least three weeks, so I did have to lean on Jade a little bit more in that department. French restaurants are timeless—not at all like New York—but
like
New York, the look on the street changes every day.” She consulted her list. “Here’s what Jade says everyone is wearing, as of three-fifteen Paris time today: cigarette pants with billowy shirts and tiny men’s vests. You could do plaid, or cable knit, or even argyle.” She read down the list from Jade. “Nighttime is another story—everything has gone up, up, up in formality. You’re going to need some gowns.”
    All the advice from Feb and Jade was priceless, but it was also starting to make me a feel a little frantic. We were leaving tomorrow—was I supposed to tell all my friends to run out and buy argyle vests tonight?
    â€œOkay,” Feb said. “I can see from the way you’re biting that little bottom lip of yours that you’re freaking.”
    I grimaced—Feb had an uncanny way of reading me.
    â€œ
N’inquiétes pas, ma soeur
,” she assured me. “Jade Moodswing has graciously insisted that you bring your friends to her atelier after you sleep off the jet lag. She’ll outfit you with the latest fashions. That way, you won’t even be one day out of style.”
    My eyes widened and I gripped Feb’s hand across the table.
    â€œBring the boys too.” She shrugged. “You know she’s just starting to branch into menswear. She’ll be happy for a few studly American models. Okay, Flan,” she said. “I know you’re excited, but you’re going to have to stop waving my hand in the air like that. People are starting to stare.”
    Whoops. I hadn’t realized that my enthusiasm was causing such a scene. If Feb thought
I
was energetic, she should be there when I told my friends we’d be making a cameo at a real-life French atelier.
    The waiter came by to clear our plates and said, “You still want the cappuccino, mademoiselle? Or maybe you have already had enough caffeine
aujourd’hui
?”
    Feb laughed under her breath, and when I insisted that I could handle the caffeine without another embarrassing outburst of energy, we ordered the chocolate soufflé so that our savoring could linger on a little longer.
    So what if it was halfway through my next class already? When you were getting too-rare bonding time and travel tips from your big sister, who cared about the periodic table?
    â€œThanks, Feb,” I said. “I know you’re busy with your Thailand planning, and—”
    â€œPlease.” Feb waved her hand dismissively, never one to get too mushy. “Don’t flatter me. I feel like I should do more. I mean, it’s your first time in Paris with your boyfriend.” She grinned. “Which reminds me. I’ve given you fashion advice, and I’ve given you restaurant suggestions.” She tapped her finger to her temple. “What else am I forgetting? My little sister’s going to the romance capital of the world—voilà!” she said dramatically. “You must need some romance advice,
oui
?”
    â€œ
Non
.” I grinned, crossing my arms over my