Upper Class: Chapter 43   

Why am I nervous? I smooth my hair, apply mascara, and switch scrunchies before remembering that Levi is four, and his idea of looking good is a fireman hat and dinosaur rainboots.

Libby pokes her head into my room.

“Off to babysit Levi, I hear.”

I look at her reflection in my mirror. “Yeah, so?”

She sticks her nose in the air. “So, I enjoy saying ‘told you so.’ ”

I roll my eyes. “Charming. I said I’d never babysit Levi again, and you told me to never say never. Yay, Libby.”