Since there was nothing that said it was just a rumor that Miley Cyrus was coming to their school, the local girls decided to prepare for the possibility.
No, no -- more clueless, more vapid. Think "I'm an airhead", Cassandra. I know -- pretend you're blonde. There! That's it! Now you're ready for Air Force One.
"Don't worry, Emma. Like I said, just get the private-school education at Nightingale, Windward, and St. Luke’s; the party frocks from Bonpoint; the year abroad in France -- and then you'll be invited to some parties."