Woah the last time I updated was February! Boy am I a slowpoke! Sorry !

1 Week Later

"Dress shopping?!" I exclaim, my mouth hanging open. "She wants me to go DRESS shopping?"

"Sammy, calm down. She is getting married after all. She doesn't want you to be mad at her forever. Think of it as…a bonding experience."

"So she wants to go DRESS shopping?" I swear, I am adopted. But, I don't have much of a choice here, and I try to think of Hudson as I agree to be civil. I try not to cringe/narrow my eyes/break Lady Lana's face as I get in the car.

"I was planning on going to a shop half an hour away. Of course, it's not a Hollywood boutique, but they have great bridesmaid dresses, or so I hear. What size are you anyway, Sammy?"

For some reason, I'm surprised. Why should I be, though, with Lady Lana around. It all does make sense though, I am-well, at least my birth certificate says so-her daughter. I should have expected to be in the wedding. But, I don't put that much forethought into my reaction. No, I'm a think-as-I-go girl. So naturally, I say,

"Wait-I'm buying a dress?" I turn to Grams. "You didn't tell me I was getting a dress!"

Grams shrugs." I didn't know." She looks to my mom. "Sammy'll just have to try it on for size, right? You must already have one picked out."

"Well, I have some styles and colors I like," said Lady Lana, "but I want to see what looks best on you and Heather."

"Heather's coming," I said, more a statement than a question.

"Yes, we're driving her with us, of course. My two daughters need some bonding time."

Now, I've had a lot of drama in the past couple weeks. I'm kind of out of energy to get stressed out by now. So I take a deep breath and remembered that I'd promised Grams to be agreeable . I would just completely ignore Heather. Completely. Ignore.

As soon as Heather got in the car, she had a mini seizure. Then a cool, calm look replaced it like a mask. I noticed she's been improving on that.

"Hi Lana," she said with a sticky smile. "And hello, Mrs. Keyes and Sammy."

"Hi Heather," said my mom with a wide (real-I think. She is an actress) grin. "How have you been?"

"Great," Heather replied, keeping up the charade. "I'm just so excited for today, and to get to know my new family better!"

She smirked at me.

Suddenly, I knew what Heather was doing. It's what she's done to me since 7th grade, the double agent. Part-time Class A suck-up and full-time devil. She wanted me to look like the spoiled brat, the drama queen.

This just gave me fuel not to slip up either. If Heather could do sticky sweet, I could too. I wasn't going to let anyone get to me.

"Well, that's just wonderful, Heather. I'm hoping the two of you can get over your differences," says Lady Lana, looking pointedly at me. She conintues, "And maybe you can help improve Sammy's attitude. She's, well, not overjoyed to try on clothes today. But having a friend aways helps, right, girls?"

"We're trying on dresses?!" screeches Heather. "I can't wait! This wedding planning is just so exciting!"

"That's the attitude!" smiles my mom.

But as Grams and Lady Lana compare directions and a map, I shoot Heather the evil eye. For a second she glares back, but then remembers her new attitude and smiles a smile so sticky sweet I could puke.

This is gonna be a long ride.