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trouble because of Princess Polish, it had almost slipped her mind. “We are,”she said. “Even though Brooke and I usually open Sparkle Spa on Fridays, we can’t this week because that’s the day the fifth graders are decorating the gym. The ball’s on Saturday night.”
    â€œI wish I were a fifth grader,” Brooke said, sighing. “Do you think I could pretend?”
    Aly smiled at her sister. “I think people might notice that you’re a little short for a fifth grader.”
    â€œWhat if I wore high heels?” Brooke asked hopefully. “Just a few inches?”
    Dad shook his head. “You know the rules,” he said quickly over his shoulder.
    Brooke did know the rules. And Aly figured her sister didn’t really believe that high heels would make her look that much older. But that was Brooke—she would try anything.
    â€œGirls, I’ll come get you around four,” Dad said as he slowed to a stop in front of True Colors. “Mom’sgoing to work late today. Maybe we can go to the movies tonight?”
    â€œCan we get popcorn for dinner?” Brooke asked. “And Sno-Caps?”
    Aly stopped herself from laughing out loud. She knew there was no way their dad was going to go for popcorn and chocolate as dinner.
    â€œHow about for dessert?” Dad said.
    â€œDeal!” Brooke said. She popped the lock on her door, opened it right onto the sidewalk, and scooted out, with Aly and Sparkly following.
    Aly couldn’t help but steal a glance across the street at Princess Polish. She so wished they would just disappear into thin air. And she couldn’t believe what she saw—a new sign was in their window: PRINCESS HAIR DESIGN! BRAIDS! CURLS! UPDOS! BEADS! FEATHERS! SPARKLES! TIARAS! WE HAVE IT ALL!
    Under the words was a huge photograph of a girlwearing a glittery crown with braids decorated with beads and feathers.
    Aly felt like someone had kicked a soccer ball into her stomach. After Dad drove away, she quickly crossed the street so she could look inside the salon. She saw a few manicurists with high ponytails and matching pink aprons.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Brooke called out. “You know I can’t cross without you!”
    â€œSorry, Brookie,” Aly said, running back across the street to her sister. Then she pointed out the sign to Brooke.
    â€œI can’t even stand it!” Brooke shouted. “They copied our idea and made it even better. That’s not fair.”
    Brooke stomped into True Colors and straight into Sparkle Spa without saying a word to anyone. Mom looked up at Aly and Sparkly, who were trailing behind.
    â€œShe saw the sign?” Momasked from behind the welcome desk.
    â€œWe both did,” Aly answered. “And we don’t want to feel better about it. We just want to be mad for a while.”
    Mom nodded. “Okay. But just so you know, I’m mad too. You girls came up with a wonderful idea. I’m sorry they one-upped it.”
    â€œMe too,” Aly said. And then she went into Sparkle Spa to be mad along with her sister.
    When Clementine and Tuesday, two third graders who first came into Sparkle Spa during the pet adoption polish-a-thon Aly and Brooke had held, showed up for their manicures, Brooke was on the verge of tears. And when three different sixth graders called to cancel their Fall Ball hair-braiding appointments for next Saturday, she started crying.
    After that, luckily (or unluckily), the salon was empty. Aly didn’t think it would be great for businessfor customers to see one of the owners weeping.
    â€œDon’t worry, Brooke. We’ll fix this,” Aly assured her, and handed Brooke a cup of water. She wasn’t really certain they could, but she wanted to make her sister feel better.
    Aly realized she didn’t feel sad, she felt mad. But she knew from dealing with mean Suzy Davis ever since kindergarten that being mad wouldn’t