“Um, my mom bought them for me,” she mumbled. “I don’t know where she got them.”
“C’mon, Han,” Naomi said in a knowing voice. “I saw those in the store window.” Then she leaned closer, a conspiratorial look in her eye. “I almost bought them myself, actually. Shopping there is my little secret. It’s such a great store, but everyone would make fun of me if they knew. Look—I’m wearing Salt and Pepper shoes, too.”
She lifted her foot to show off a pink kitten heel that Hanna did, indeed, recognize from the store’s shelves. “It is a pretty great store.”
“Are you kidding? It’s the best!” Naomi’s eyes gleamed. “We can’t tell anyone about it though—it has to be our little secret. Otherwise everyone will go, and there will be nothing good left.”
“Definitely,” Hanna said in a mock-haughty voice, secretly thrilled that she and Naomi were in on something together.
“Not even Riley,” Naomi went on. “And definitely not your stepsister. Got it?”
“Got it.” Hanna ran her fingers over the plastic ridges on her cup, feeling triumphant. Naomi and Kate had been BFFs since Kate had started at Rosewood Day. Hanna and Kate had been getting along lately, and Kate had told her she was in a fight with Naomi. The way Kate had put it, though, Naomi was the one at fault.
Naomi propped her elbows on the railing and stared back in at the party. “Zelda Millings looks pretty good in that halter dress, don’t you think?”
Hanna studied the pale blond girl who’d snubbed her the day before across the room. “Eh,” she said, feeling triumphant that the tables had turned. “It makes her boobs look really small.”
“True.” Naomi nodded sagely. “But at least that color doesn’t make her look like an albino.”
“She’s going to have a wicked sunburn at the end of the week,” Hanna mused.
Naomi twisted her mouth. “You know who I wish would get wicked sunburns?”
“The girls from Villa Louisa?” Hanna blurted out.
“Yes!” Naomi whooped, then touched Hanna’s arm. “Oh my God, don’t you think they’re so annoying?”
“Absolutely.” Hanna felt a rush of satisfaction. It felt good to bash the Villa Gorillas. “Did you know Emily Fields is rooming with that Erin Bang Bang girl?”
Naomi winced. “She’s the worst. I got stuck working in the administration offices on the boat because I was really lazy about signing up for something else, and she works the shift with me. That bitch didn’t say one word to me the whole time.”
Hanna frowned. “Wait, you’re working in the admin office? So am I!”
“With Vera?” Naomi asked.
“Oh my God, Vera!” Hanna giggled. “What’s with all those sappy love songs?”
“And those barrettes?” Naomi added, holding in a laugh. “She looks like a poodle!”
“Doesn’t that office have the weirdest smell?” Hanna pretended to gag.
“Yeah, like a mix of feet, wet dog, and old lady,” Naomi groaned.
“It could be worse, though,” Hanna said. “I heard some people who signed up late are on cleaning duty. They have to scrub the boys’ toilets.”
“Ew!” Naomi shrieked.
Hanna grinned as she sipped her drink, feeling light-headed and free. She felt like she’d just discovered a new clothing designer whose jeans and tees and dresses fit her perfectly—and her name was Naomi. That Naomi was giving Hanna the same Where have you been all my life? look made her feel even better.
Then Naomi shifted her weight. “I’ve wanted to ask you something for a while. Did you ever get help for … you know. That eating thing?”
Hanna bristled. A million years ago, Mona-as-A had forced her to confront Naomi and Riley last year and admit she had an eating disorder. Hanna glanced through the door, considering running away.
“The only reason I ask is because I wanted to get a referral,” Naomi added when Hanna didn’t say anything.
Hanna frowned. “For who?”
Naomi looked down. “For myself,” she murmured quietly.
Hanna almost laughed out loud. “You binge? Yeah, right.” Naomi was a size 0. Hanna had barely ever seen her eat.
Naomi lowered her eyes. “With exercise. It’s something I’ve struggled with on and off for years. I’ve wanted to talk to you about it, actually—you’re the only person I know who’s suffered with it, too. It’s not like I can talk to Riley or Kate about it.”
“I don’t really do it anymore,” Hanna said cautiously.
“I didn’t, either.” Naomi traced her finger around the lip of the glass. “Until last summer. Some weird stuff happened, so I started again.”
Hanna blinked hard. “I’m really sorry,” she said softly, still not quite believing what she was hearing. But Naomi’s expression looked earnest and guileless. Hanna had yearned to talk about bingeing with someone who’d been through it as well, but so far she hadn’t come across anyone who’d admit to it.
“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here,” she offered after a moment. “I know how hard it is.”
“Thanks,” Naomi murmured, reaching across and squeezing Hanna’s hand.
Just then, Mason Byers stumbled out onto the patio. His hair was mussed, and he was wearing a gold Rosewood Police badge on his lapel. “The name’s Officer Byers, ladies,” he slurred. “Are you two old enough to drink?”