Isabella hung up the phone. The last thing she wanted to do was finish counting heart pins, necklaces dotted with semi-precious stones and glittery bracelets. She'd much rather call her friend Vicki or Lauren and talk about their classes, their hot crushes, the mean Mrs. Ryan. Having to work after school on a Friday afternoon was a real downer.
Especially when Isabella's older sister, Anna, had the luxury of being tutored three days a week. All she had to do was sit in the classroom and pretend to listen. She got out of all of her chores by playing at being incompetent, stupid and unreliable. And Isabella didn't believe for one moment that Anna would actually show up tonight.
But after all, Isabella wasn't really in a position to complain. Her mother had walked out on them when Isabella was a baby, forcing her father to raise them with Aunt Tallulah's help. When he died last year of a sudden heart attack, the responsibility of the two teenage girls fell to her aunt.
Still sometimes Isabella felt sorry for herself. Other girls had two parents, and if they did have part time jobs, they got paid for it. Yet without Aunt Tallulah, both she and Anna would probably be in foster care.
A hard rap on the front door interrupted Isabella's thoughts.
Isabella's immediate reaction was fright. From where she was standing, behind the glass counter, all she could see