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doesn’t like to dance,” Arno said, kind of sarcastically. Liv made a mental note: Her dream man did not like to dance. “Hey, where’d he go anyway?”
    Jonathan and David shrugged. “We should be used to Patch disappearing by now,” Jonathan said.
    â€œI’ll dance with you, Liv,” Arno said, stepping forward.
    â€œOh my God!” Liv shrieked, pretending not to hearArno’s offer. He was cute, too, of course, but she had to keep her eyes on the prize. “Look, you guys, you see that girl in the big movie star glasses over there? I think that’s Sara-Beth Benny.” She looked at the group, waiting for them to recognize the starlet and be as excited as she was. “You know, from that old TV show
Mike’s Princesses—
do you recognize her?”
    â€œThat’s not her,” Arno said, arching an eyebrow dubiously in the direction of the girl hiding behind the sunglasses. She had a dramatic black bob, and she looked very tiny making her way through the crowd. “I know SBB. And so does David. And that’s totally not… David?”
    They all turned toward David, but David had scurried away in the other direction.
    â€œThat’s weird,” Jonathan said. “I think that maybe
is
SBB. No one else could have made David bolt like that.”
    â€œYou know her?” Liv gushed. “She is like my style icon. Can we meet her?”
    Jonathan shrugged. “I guess, if you really want, but don’t tell David. He’s still pretty messed up about how she moved into his parents’ house and morphed from his girlfriend into his sister.”
    â€œGross,” Liv said, wrinkling her nose. “I still want to meet her, though. Flan, don’t you
totally
want to meet her?”
    Flan looked like she wasn’t sure for a minute, andthen a smile broke through on her face. “Okay,” she said, “I totally want to meet her, too.”
    Jonathan smiled, and Liv was pretty sure there was some kind of connection between him and Flan. Liv resolved to give Flan whatever help she needed. That way, once it came out that Liv and Patch were like this hot super couple, Flan and Jonathan could be like their slightly-less-golden-couple friends. “All right, ladies,” Jonathan said, bringing Liv back down from her Patch fantasy. “But prepare yourselves. That one has got some real emotional problems.”
    â€œYeah,” Arno said. “She’s like the most needy person ever, and she apparently will recite whole episodes of that old TV show she was on for anybody who asks. All that stuff about her passing out at weird bars and going to, like, Thailand at the drop of a hat … it’s all true.”
    â€œReally?” Liv said, wishing she knew what Thailand looked like. “That’s so cool.”
    Ava made a face. “This feels kind of exploitative. I’m just going to stay here, okay?” she said, like she thought they were all being celebrity whores.
    Jonathan looked sort of exasperated or confused or something and then he said, “Okay,” and turned back toward Flan and Liv. They all looked to where Sara-Beth Benny had been, but by then the whole room had shifted. The crowd had parted at the middle, and people were pushing at them to move back from the center.The music had changed, too; DJ Tahoe had been replaced by a quartet of classical musicians playing some very dramatic piece.
    Liv turned toward the entryway, and that was when she saw a white horse cantering into the restaurant. The horse had a big pink bow around its neck and on its back was a tall, slender girl with thoroughbred cheekbones and a mane of ash-blond hair rising from her forehead. She was wearing a white eyelet Michael Kors dress that buttoned all the way from the ankle to the bust and had a prairie shirt collar, and she was smiling and waving like a princess.
    â€œOh my God,” Flan said, clapping her hands,