Chapter 40

After my last class, I met with Sandy and could hardly contain my joy. I tried to be discreet, but I couldn’t help but

smile from ear to ear. Sandy leaned forward. “Okay, Mia. Tell me. Did you get it?” I practically jumped out of my seat. “Yes. I got it.”

Sandy was so overjoyed. She began clapping. “Oh, Mia. I am so happy for you.”

“Well, it was all thanks to you.”

“Oh, stop it. I only told the truth. You did all the rest.” “Sandy, I appreciate how much you have helped me.”

Just then, I noticed Miranda Strolls and her clique passing by. I hoped she would not cause trouble. I just didn’t like the type of vibe she gave off.

Unfortunately, she did stop by our table.

“Hello, Sandy. And, uh, Maya?”

Sandy frowned. “Miranda, her name is Mia.” Miranda offered a condescending smile. “Okay. Sorry.” Sandy raised an eyebrow. “Are you really?”

“What is up with you, Sandy?” asked Miranda.

“Nothing. What’s up with you, Miranda?”

” Sandy, I think you are just bitter because you have not gotten a lead in any Broadway show, like I have.”

“Oh, you mean the local Broadway show your mom and dad paid for?”

I have to say, I’ve never seen Sandy this upset before. Miranda stepped back. “What?”

“You heard me!” yelled Sandy.

Noticing how upset Sandy got, I stood up. “Okay, Miranda, you need to go!” I glared at her.

She smiled again. “Wow, looks like the little Michigan girl finally woke up!”

I pushed my chair back. “Don’t make me hurt you!” “Ladies, is there a problem?”

I recognize the voice immediately and am mortified. I don’t want to look up.

“Hey, Mia,” says Henry.

Relief washed over me when he smiled. “Oh, hey, Watson,” says Miranda.

“Ms. Strolls, were you causing an uproar?” “No. Me? Why don’t you ask Sandy?” Sandy frowned.

Henry turned to her. “Are you okay, Sandy?”

“I’m fine as long as Ms. Strolls leaves. And her band of monkeys, too.”

I could not help but laugh.

“Hey, who you calling monkeys?” one of Miranda’s crew hollered.

Henry ignored her and then added, “Ms. Strolls, you need to go try to behave yourself.”

She sticks her nose up in the air. “Hmm, I will go, but only because I have another engagement.”

He waved good-bye. “Okay, see you all.”

“I hope so, Henry Watson,” said Miranda flirtatiously.

As she walked away, Henry made a funny face. “Well, I am glad they are gone.”

I shook my head. “Sandy, you are amazing.” She waves me off. “Oh stop, Mia.”

“Henry, you should have seen her right in Miranda’s face.”

He folded his arms over his chest. “Wow, Sandy. That is something I didn’t know about you.”

Sandy fumed. “Well, I can’t stand Miranda and her group.”

He laughed. “I’m right there with you! I think Miranda is just one of those girls who thinks they are better than everyone else.”

“Yes, I concur.” I was surprised to see him, but I’m glad he was here.

“So, where are you ladies going?”

“Well, I am taking Mia out for dinner. We’re celebrating because she landed a job today.”

He smiled. “Congrats, Mia.”

“Thank you, Henry. It was all because of Sandy.” “Oh?”

“Yes, I am going to work in Gail Stanton’s dance studio.” “And the best part is I also work there.” Sandy smiled. “Oh, you guys will be inseparable,” joked Henry.

“Stop it, Henry!” I laughed. “Yes, stop it, Henry,” said Sandy. “No, I am happy for you, Mia.”

. “Thanks.”

“Well, enjoy dinner.”

“Don’t you want to come with us?”

“I wish I could, but I have to finish up some paintings for my art show next month.”

“Okay,” said Sandy.

“But maybe you both can meet me for lunch on Saturday.”

I felt butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, and the excitement caused my breath to catch. “I’m not sure.”

“Oh, we will be there, Henry.” Sandy poked me in the ribs. “Cool.” Then he walked away.

“Sandy, I am not sure I can make it.” “Come on, Mia. He’s nice.”

“We’ll see.”

“Come on. Let’s go celebrate.” “Okay.”

As we walked to the local diner, we couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of Miranda Strolls and her group. I’m so happy about the way this day has gone, and I can’t wait to tell my parents.

Thank You for this day.


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