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LAUREN CONRAD Sugar and Spice AN L.A. CANDY NOVEL
This book is dedicated to Maura, Lo, Jillian, Natania, and Britton because they have always been there for me. I am honored to call them my very best friends.
CONTENTS
3 SECOND CHANCES … SECOND THOUGHTS
8 YOU HAVE TO LIE TO PEOPLE IF IT’S FOR THEIR OWN GOOD
12 SOPHISTICATED TO SUPER-SLUTTY
16 OR MAYBE YOU’RE JUST BEING DELUSIONAL, AS USUAL
28 THE CENTERPIECE OF L.A. CANDY
29 ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY, MADLY
D-LISH (GOSSIP YOU HATE TO LOVE)
“Over here!” “Let’s get a shot of the two of you!” “Smile, girls!” Jane Roberts felt hands on her shoulders—her publicist? random PopTV assistants?—maneuver her into place as several paparazzi shouted out to her and Scarlett Harp. Nearby, dozens of fans waved wildly, screamed the girls’ names, and snapped photos with their cell phones. Scarlett bent her head toward Jane’s. “What are the rules on skipping the red carpet at your own premiere?” “Ha-ha,” Jane said, grinning. “Think you’re gonna have a hard time getting out of this one, Scar.” “I’m giving them five minutes, then heading inside for a drink. Something tells me I’m gonna need it tonight.” “Good luck. I think we’re stuck here till, like, seven thirty. Besides, live television and booze aren’t the best combination. And I’m pretty sure the two drinks you had at dinner should tide you over.” Scarlett rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” Flashbulbs began popping brightly. Jane took a deep breath, fixed a smile on her face, and tried not to feel overwhelmed. Of course PopTV made sure the media was out in full force on the red carpet for L.A. Candy’s Season 2 premiere. Their little show had somehow become the top rated on the network, and a lot was riding on the premiere. The party would air live on PopTV, to be immediately followed by the episode itself. Jane glanced over her shoulder at the sprawling lawn of the magnificent Spanish-style Hollywood Hills mansion. Hundreds of people were at this event: photographers, fans, and an assortment of entertainment industry types. On a makeshift stage near the infinity pool, pop star Aja was revving up to sing. There were TV cameras everywhere. PopTV really knew how to throw a party! “Scarlett, turn more to the left,” a photographer shouted. “Stand closer together!” another one added.
