Itâs my sisterâs birthday, and Iâm planning her party at our house.
Alexis shakes her small wrist, weighed down with a pile of gold bracelets, in the direction of the house. Her bangles clank against her large flashy watch thatâs never set to the right time.
ALEXIS
I wanted to see if youâd do the party.
JOSETTE
Oh, oui. I can create a highly personalized spa experience. Of course, I just adore your parents!
(totally ignoring Lulu)
Alexis, please tell them that Bel-Air Spa is at their service.
LULU
Gracias, Josette.
(concerned voice)
Hey, Lex, about our parents. Have you checked if theyâre coming?
ALEXIS
Just CHILL. This will be a way-perfect bash.
(to Josette)
So, can we pick treatments for tweeny girls?
JOSETTE
Oui.
Josette hands Alexis the spa menu and a gold pen.
Lulu checks her watch.
LULU
How long are we gonna be here? I donât want to be late for Sophia again.
ALEXIS
If youâd use a cell phone, you could call, text, or email her. What do you guys use, smoke signals? Sundials?
Josette interrupts. Bickering does not suit the spaâs peaceful mood.
JOSETTE
Lulu, mon cherie, please tell me what treatments youâd like? Massage? We have caviar, Swedish, deep tissue, stone, aromatherapy, reflexology.
LULU
What? Caviar? People slather stinky fish eggs all over their skin?
JOSETTE
(smiling)
No, itâs not actual fish eggs. The creams we use have rare beads that only resemble caviar eggs.
ALEXIS
What about facials?
JOSETTE
Of course, thereâs a facial with white caviar. I also offer caviar manicures and pedicures.
Josette points out the facial and massage options on the spa menu.
ALEXIS
Do you have the staff for this?
JOSETTE
For the Harrisons, I do whatever it takes. I recommend reflexology as the massage, so the girls donât have to get completely undressed.
LULU
I positively do NOT want to take my clothes off!
JOSETTE
Iâm sure Alexis figures something out.
Alexis beams at the compliment.
JOSETTE
What about hair? All girls like to get their hair done.
ALEXIS
Well, judging from Luluâs locks, not ALL girls.
They turn toward Lulu, whoâs now exploring a mirrored, closet-sized room filled with lotions and potions. Lulu sniffs and squeezes every tube.
LULU
(yells out)
Are these organic? I hope nothingâs tested on animals.
ALEXIS
(embarrassed by Lulu)
SHHH! News flash: youâre in a quiet, relaxing place!
Lulu walks toward the spaâs entrance.
LULU
Iâm gonna wait in front for Elana to take me home.
Lulu pushes open the doors.
JOSETTE
(calling after Lulu)
Not to worry. Everything will be taken care of!
LULU
(stops and calls back to Josette)
Bonjour, bon voyage.
SCENE 11: FRIENDSHIP FLUBBED
INT. HARRISON HOUSEâFIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
LULUâS POINT OF VIEW as she jogs through the grand front entrance, up the winding mahogany wood stairs, and down a long hallway lined with silver-framed black-and-white photographs of relatives. She shoves open the door to her room, puffing and sweating, then collapses across the foot of her bed.
Luluâs room is the only part of the house that looks different. Walls are painted orange. Lulu somehow convinced her mother theyâd look perfect colored like a Hermès bag. Bursting bookcases line the walls. Ivy garland winds up the posts of a canopy bed thatâs covered with a ladybug-embroidered duvet. Butterfly shaped pillows rest against the headboard. Watson, wearing his new âFEED MEâ shirt, lies on Luluâs pillows doing his best impression of a stuffed animal.
French message boards decorate the walls, onto which Lulu has stuck drawings, postcards, animal pictures, and any kind of paper souvenir. Lulu herself ordered the orange furry beanbag chair and the wood sign on the ceiling that reads, âDREAM.â
Sophia sits on the floor, knees pulled up to her chest. Sheâs clearly made an effort to make herself as