Page 93 of Even Beneath the Stars

And captions it:Wednesday afternoons are for tennis at the Club with the boys and singing show tunes around the piano.#CountryClubLife #ServingInStyle #AcesOnly #ClubCourtGoals #MusicalSingalong

The second she hitspost,her smugness shatters. Because less than a minute later, likes and comments start pouring in.

Leah:OMG i love tennis!

Jen:The fit [fire emoji]

Cammi:tennis is the best [tennis racket emoji]

Victoria:fuuuuuuun

Welsford Country Club:So pleased you're enjoying the indoor courts. We agree Country Club Life is the best!

Seb:wtf bro? this a dare???

A pile of heart emojis. And musical notes and tennis emojis.

Maggie gapes at my phone. "No.No way. These people cannot be serious right now." She jabs at the screen. "Look at this! The Welsford actually reposted it to their stories!"

I'm laughing so hard my ribs hurt. "What did you expect?"

"I expected people toroastyou! Instead, they’re all like, ‘OMG tennis is life!’ and ‘Love this vibe!’" She sighs, flopping back dramatically in the passenger seat. "What a bunch of brunch-drunk lemmings."

That sets me off again.

"Stop laughing." But she’s fighting a smile. "This was supposed to be embarrassing for you." She keeps scrolling. "Oh, ha! I knew I liked Scarlett."

I lean over to check out Scarr's comment.

Scarlett:u look like a tool. As in – the kind ofknobhead who asks for extra ice in their rosé

"Alright, LeClair." I reach for her phone. "Hand it over. Your turn."

She groans. "Oh my God, this was a terrible idea."

"Too late." I pull up her Instagram.

Maggie’s photo? Duck lips. Side-eye. Leg pop. Starbucks cup in hand.

I type the caption:Sassy, Classy, and a Little Bad-Assy.#FlawlessAF #HotterThanYourEx #AllEyesOnMe #SelfieQueen #NoFilter #SippingAndSlaying #WokeUpLikeThis #TooGlamToGiveaDamn #SorryNotSorry #SelfieGameUnmatched

I add theParisfilter and hitpostjust as she lunges for the phone. "You used like ten hashtags!"

"Yup." I pop thep.

"And a no-filter hashtag when youclearlyused a filter? You can't do that!"

"Just did." I smirk, pulling her phone out of reach.

"That's against the rules! That's doubly humiliating. God, you're such a…afrosty meatball."

I laugh at the insult, then glance at her phone screen. "Ohhh… we have some comments rolling in." I scroll down while Maggie looks on through the narrow gaps between her fingers, hands covering her face.

"Well, we have lots of likes," I grin. "Seems you have some matching-sweater-set lemming followers too, Ms. LeClair." I read on. "Annnd… some fire emojis… eye emojis… hearts, hearts, tons of fucking hearts. More fire… Annnd… I read off the comments, still coming in.

Drea: lovethe 'fit

Marianne: slay

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