Genevieve Carter has got it all. The house, the friends, the looks, the family, even the perfectly planned future. Vieve has always felt lucky. She knows what it means to be Genevieve Carter, and she's never know anything else.
And then came Alex.
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We had a sleepover that night. I told my mom we had to study, because no way was I bombarding my parents with my problems, not now that they'd just started getting a little better, a little happier.
It was great. A classic Ellie-Vieve sleepover, complete with "pin the tail on the asshole king". Trust me, if you cross me, Elodie Carlson will come for you. And probably write a stupid song and dance about you to cheer me up.
We were sat on my bed in our silky PJ's, when I finally brought her up. "You know what bugs me?" Immediately, Ellie turned at me, totally concentrated. "Why Katia Fiennes? I mean, despite her being kind of a bitch, she's gorgeous. I mean what I'd do for fiery red hair like that." Before Ellie could say anything else, I interrupted her. "And you know, she looks cool, special. I'd rather be interesting than perfect."
And that's how I came to be over my bathroom sink at 11pm with a photo of Bridgette Bardot taped to the mirror and a pair of scissors in Ellie's hand. "Vieve..." she sighs. "Oh come on!" I smile. "Just do it and if you fuck it up I'll go to a salon or something." Elodie looks at me crazy, but does it anyway. I look at the little strands of blonde hair float into my sink and suddenly feel giddy with nerves. "Alright, alright V. Your lucky I have doctor's hands like my mom." She smiles and spins me around towards the mirror.
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"I LOVE you Elodie Carlson!" I squeal "Have I ever told you how much I love you? It looks good right? Ugh!" I say. Finally, a change. I mean they say hair holds memory right? New me. Or, fine, slightly altered me. But still, it feels good. It feels great.
