Mia a Matter of Taste (Cupcake Diaries)
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Mia learns to balance style and substance when she has to get glasses AND braces.
Fashionista Mia gets some unflattering news from Katie’s mom, Dr. Brown: She needs braces. And just when Mia thinks things can’t get any worse...they do. Her teacher is concerned that Mia is squinting in class. A trip to the opthamologist confirms it: Mia needs glasses, too! Mia is miserable until her stylish mom comes to the rescue with a plan and a very chic middle school look. And her wonderful Cupcake Club friends reassure her that glasses and braces don’t get in the way of all they really see: the same old Mia.
flinched. But Olivia wasn’t finished. “Don’t worry, they don’t look that bad. You look like a teacher.” “What do you care what she looks like?” Alexis snapped. She doesn’t have a lot of patience for the BFC. “Okay, chill out! Gosh, can’t a person make a comment around here?” Olivia asked. “Anyway, glasses really aren’t that bad. They’re not as bad as braces, anyway.” I turned pale. Did Olivia know I was getting braces? How could she know? She was really getting under my skin. But she was
aligner. It felt weird—kind of like a glove, but for my teeth. Then I slipped on the bottom one, which felt really tight. Dr. Payne looked at them and then asked me a bunch of questions about how they felt, and she made me bite down and stuff. “I think you’re good to go, Mia,” Dr. Payne said with a smile. “Because you’re just starting out with these, I’d like to see you in about two weeks, just to make sure you’re not having any problems. But if you have any questions in the meantime, you can
and Alexis exchanged a strange look, and then Katie said, “Um, no, my mom doesn’t want me to have anybody over when she’s not there.” That didn’t make sense. “But we’ve done that before,” I pointed out. Katie shrugged. “I don’t know. She must be going through a ‘strict’ phase. You know how she can get.” Katie’s mom did have some unusual rules, so I didn’t think too much of it. Plus, Mom is usually home in the afternoon, so I knew she could drive me. So at four o’clock Mom dropped me off at
asked. It sounded more like I was squeaking, because I was so upset. “Well, as I said, I’m not one hundred percent sure,” Mrs. Brown said. “But it’s very likely.” I looked up at my mom. I could already feel my eyes starting to well up with tears. I started shaking my head. “No way! I cannot get braces. I will die!” “Mia, it’s okay,” Mom assured, putting her hand on my shoulder. Mrs. Brown gave me a sympathetic look. “I understand. Nobody wants to hear news like this. But by correcting your
a big dork. It’s like I wasn’t feeling like myself lately. I blamed it on the braces. But what I didn’t realize was that things were going to get even worse! CHAPTER 7 More Bad News On Friday I had to go back to Dr. Payne’s to get a mold made of my mouth. My dad was away on a business trip, so there was no decision yet about what kind of braces I was getting. When he called to see how the visit went, he said, “We’ll discuss it when I get back, honey.” Sometimes I just wish Mom or Dad