Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover (10th Anniversary Edition) (Gallagher Girls)
Ally Carter
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 1484785045
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
school nearly a year before with combat boots and a diamond nose stud. “This was the scene this morning as Senator James McHenry and his family arrived here in Boston to join Governor Winters and officially accept the vice presidential nomination,” the TV anchor was saying. But I doubt that Macey or her mother were even listening as they stared daggers at each other. “You will do this, Macey,” her mother said. “You will—” But then my escort cleared his throat, and Mrs. McHenry turned. I
on the corner of my mother’s desk. “Your mom and cooking,” Abby said, grabbing me by the hand and spinning me around to the music, “this, I had to see.” “No one is forcing you to eat anything,” Mom chided, but Abby just kept dancing, pulling me in and out until she whispered in my ear, “I’ve got an antidote for ninety-nine percent of the food-borne illnesses known to man in my purse, just in case.” And then I couldn’t help myself. I laughed. For a second, it seemed right. For a second, it
legacy, but right then it was obvious that Macey knew as much about secret identities, hidden agendas, and covert alliances as anyone I’d ever known. “So,” I started, “what’s new with you?” She pulled a neatly typed piece of paper from her pocket. “Six a.m.: appear on national morning shows. Nine a.m.: get fitted for navy suits.” Macey leaned closer and added in a whisper, “Evidently, red makes me look trampy.” She resumed her usual posture and walked faster, the sloping ramp leading us
flashlight nearly blinded me as it shone against the mirror. A tiny black-and-white photo was tacked to the bottom corner of the glass. I stood there for a long time staring at the image of my aunt, my favorite teacher, and my father—all three laughing at a joke that was long since over. For a second I almost forgot what we were searching for. Someone was after Macey, but right then my aunt was the mystery I most wanted to solve. “Cam.” Bex’s voice cut through the darkness as the beam of
one of the strongest people I’ve ever known, and then there are moments—like that one—when I think he might be broken, deep down, in a place that will never mend. And then just like that, he became my teacher again. “Is anything missing from your room?” I stopped for a second, closed my eyes, and visualized the space. “Her passport.” “No clothes? No money?” “She has fourteen different credit cards and knows all the numbers by heart.” Mr. Solomon looked as if he wanted to smile, as if he