"Your POSE. Pretend I'm a photographer . . . and go."

I took a moment to think about it.

"Come on!"

"All RIGHT. Keep your slippers on."

I struck a pose. Marianne paused.

"I'm sorry, did I ask you to do an impression of a goose?"

"I was doing an impression of a goose?"

"It's the first animal that came to my head when I saw you. Definite resemblance." Marianne nodded gravely.

"I didn't know I could do a goose."

"Focus, Anna. Shoulders back, head up, one arm on your hip, the other by your side, one leg slightly in front of the other one, elongated, head slightly tilted," Marianne reeled off as I desperately tried to keep up with her instructions.

She paused to look at me. "You look ridiculous." She sighed and came over to rearrange limbs, poking me all over the place and moving my head around.

She pushed my shoulders back, kicked my ankle so that I moved my leg forward, and then she took a step back to admire her handiwork. "Something is missing."

"My ankle bone?" I scowled.

"Ah!" She winked at me. "Remember to smile."

I grimaced, my ankle still smarting.

"What is that?! You're flirting with the camera, not taking it on in a fight."

I laughed.

"Perfect! Anna Huntley, you look like an It Girl."

I beamed.

"Are you ready?" she asked, leading me past our cooing parents and to the front door, where a limousine was waiting.

I nodded. Time to change.

ANNA PAINTS THE TOWN RED!.

By Nancy Rose-The Daily Post Red is the color of the season according to new girl about town, Anna Huntley. This weekend the twelve-year-old was out in London attending the movie premiere of You and I and took the opportunity to show off her brand-new look. Sporting glossy red locks, Anna arrived with Marianne Montaine wearing a figure-hugging Alexander McQueen dress, accessorized with Tiffany's bangles and a statement Topshop necklace. She may be a lot younger than her soon-to-be stepsister, but she showed that she can make waves just as big. We love Anna's new look! Do you? Rate it out of five below.

WHAT AN(NA) IT GIRL!.

By Hannah Lightly-Entertainment Daily Spotted: the Montaines showing the newest addition to their family how it's done! Actress Helena Montaine and her daughter Marianne have been out and about this week with Anna Huntley, the daughter of Helena's journalist fiance, Nicholas. It looks like Anna has been picking up style tips from those in the know, as we caught them enjoying a lovely day on London's Bond Street laden down with shopping bags. Despite shying away from attention in recent weeks, it looks like Anna is beginning to embrace the It Girl lifestyle . . . and with a family like the Montaines guiding her, who can blame her? Enjoy some of Marianne's and Anna's looks this week in our photo montage on the next page.

SISTER SISTER!.

By Tammy May-Stylish Online We were thrilled this week to see Marianne Montaine and the usually camera-shy Anna Huntley, the daughter of Helena Montaine's fiance, bonding over some extreme shopping, but things got even more adorable when a few days later Anna accompanied her future stepsister to the premere of a new film. We caught up with Ms. Huntley as she entered the theater and asked if she was excited about the evening. She replied that she was "simply honored to be here with Marianne." Everyone together now, aww . . .

"Wow. You look amazing, Anna. I didn't know you were doing this!" Jess ran up to me at my locker and gave me a big hug. We hadn't seen each other over break, as Marianne had organized a whirlwind of social engagements for us to get the new me out there for everyone to see. It had been exhausting and I had missed Jess and Danny, but I knew it would be easier for them when the new shiny me turned up at school and not the old Anna who had led them from one embarrassment to another.

I put my hand up to my hair self-consciously. "Do you like it, really?"

"Really. But then I also liked the old you too. But seriously, you look great."

I grinned, happy at Jess's approval. "I missed you over break."

"Geek." She blushed. "But I missed you too, Ms. Social Butterfly. Luckily I was fairly busy too-I went to this amazing magazine photography exhibition. It made me feel quite excited. I think you were right, Anna; I really like the idea of it."

"That's great, Jess," I enthused. "I really hope you get that internship in the raffle."

"Well, the chances are slim, and that's all down to luck." She shrugged. "But Mom said she might get me a real professional camera if I do win it. And I was thinking, even if I don't, maybe I could write a letter to Brendan's mom asking for experience next summer. Or maybe your dad knows someone?" She looked sheepish. "Or Marianne might have a photographer friend?"

"Of course, that's a great idea. I can ask them."

"Would you, Anna? That would be so great!" Jess seemed so happy, and I felt a big rush of relief. I had been nervous about going back to school and seeing Jess. She'd been really kind on e-mail about the rappelling disaster, but I knew it must have been embarrassing for her. It felt like the new me was starting to pay off already.

"Wow."

We both turned to see Brendan standing there.

It was the exact reaction I had been hoping for. I looked at Jess and grinned.

"You look great, Anna." He smiled. "Big change."

"Sure is," Jess said, watching him carefully.

"I saw you in the papers," he said. "Must be pretty cool to go to stuff like that. Was the movie good?"

I nodded, my mouth feeling very dry. Luckily Jess doesn't completely lose her head when a boy talks to her. "She said it was really funny," Jess prompted me.

"It was very funny," I repeated.

"Nice," Brendan replied. We stood there for a little longer, me trying to think of something good to say and failing, Jess watching me with interest. "Well," he said eventually, "better go to class."

"See you." Jess shook her head as he strolled off. "Well, you handled that well."

"Was it really awkward? Was I embarrassing? Why will no one tell me what to say to boys?!"

"Relax, Anna." She laughed. "Just be yourself. You talk to Danny fine."

"He doesn't really count."

"Yeah, I guess." Jess sighed, threw her arm around me, and led me to the first class of the day.

I arrived at detention in an extremely good mood that afternoon having had everyone be so nice about my new look all day.

Well, Mrs. Ginnwell did say that I looked a bit like a woman she once knew who these days lived in downtown Chicago. She didn't expand. I wasn't quite sure if that was a positive comment or not, but since everyone else had been so nice, I hoped it might be.

I plonked myself down next to Connor. "Hey," he said sheepishly, breaking away from a conversation he was having with Max.

"Hey, how's it going?" I reached into my bag for my notebook. "How was your break?"

"Yeah, good." He looked awkward. "I was . . . um . . . were you okay and everything after the school trip?"

I blushed at the memory. "Yeah, I was fine. Sorry for being . . . rude."

"No, I'm sorry for . . . you know. Well, as long as you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm all good." I nodded. He nodded too and then for the first time since I'd got to know him, we didn't seem to know what to say to each other. I opened my textbook and tried to concentrate as Mr. Kenton sat at his desk, his head in his hands, poring over some essays and grumbling about teenagers' handwriting being "impossible to read nowadays."

I didn't last long.

"How's that new project coming along?" I asked Connor, nonchalantly turning a page in my textbook.

"It's still not ready."

I watched him as he studied a page in his sketchbook, making corrections.

"Don't you ever have homework to do?"

"Always." He grinned and looked up at me. "But I have my priorities."

When Mr. Kenton wearily got to his feet and announced it was time to go home, Connor watched me pack up and then blurted out, "Your hair is different."

"You just noticed?"

"No."

"Well, is it good different?"

"I guess . . ."

I must have looked insulted because he chuckled. "Relax, Spidey. It looks good. You look good."

"Oh." I felt my cheeks burning.

"Hey, Anna." Max walked by and whacked his bag at Connor's shoulder. My brain jerked into focus. "You like Lord of the Rings right?"

"Of course," I laughed, picking up the new book bag Mom had given me.

"There's a screening of the second movie in a couple of weeks," Max said, looking at Connor who was staring at his feet.

"Oh right, the best one of the three," I said.

Max nodded slowly. "You just passed the test, oh young one."

I looked at him in anticipation.

Max took a deep breath and began to speak in a low, rumbling voice. "The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are-"

"He's inviting you along," Connor interrupted before Max could go any further, standing and picking up his sketchbook. "There's a few of us going. Stop showing off, Max. It's not cool to know all the words."

"Yeah, that is just so not cool," I agreed, finishing the rest of the line in my head.

"Way to ruin a guy's moment." Max sighed. "Well, Anna, do you want to go? I can't promise I won't quote along with the film."

"He's being serious," Connor warned. "It will be fun though. You should come."

"Unless you have a premiere or something important to go to." Max grinned mischievously.

"Sounds good. I'll make sure I keep that night free of royal galas and celebrity parties," I teased, trying to act cool like Jess always tells me but inwardly dancing around that I had received an invitation from someone who wasn't Jess, Danny, or Dog.

"How generous." Max laughed as we walked out of the room. "It's on the twenty-first of March."

"I'll put it in the calendar." I nodded. "Can Jess and Danny come too?"

"Course." Connor smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Everyone's welcome."

I was so excited that I immediately e-mailed Jess and Danny when I got home to tell them to keep that evening free so we could all go. They replied quickly to agree, and I felt like I might burst with happiness. Not only had I been invited to something, but I got to bring Jess and Danny along.

This whole change thing really was working out. I combed my bangs humming happily and then ran downstairs to do a victory dance with Dog.

Dad came barging out of his study angrily. "I can hardly hear myself think, Anna!" he moaned as I wobbled around the living room attempting to tango with Dog, who was actually impressively steady standing on his back legs. But not even Dad's temper could dampen the fact that I had been invited to watch a movie with a group of friends. ME. The person who never used to have anyone to sit next to on a bus.

But then disaster struck.

It was in the form of Sophie, who bounded over to me the next day with Josie. "Anna," she said, smiling and passing me an envelope. "Here, this is for you."

I opened it. "Wow, an invitation!" I cried in not a very cool way. I then coughed and said, "Cool," in a more casual manner as though I got invitations all the time.