Okay, I know what you're thinking: Lila Fowler has it all. And I admit, I am the most beautiful and popular person I know. (Ignore my friends in the Unicorn Club when they say the same things about themselves. They are so competitive.) And I'm the daughter of George Fowler, the richest man in Sweet Valley. Daddy gives me everything I want.
Well, almost everything. Sometimes I wish I could buy a whole department store of clothes with Daddy's credit card or throw the craziest party in town, and he would be too busy to care. In fact, my father probably wouldn't even notice. Maybe it's time I test him to see just how far I can go . . .

"Oooh," Ellen sighed dremily as we walked into the jewelry store. "Did you see those to-die-for unicorn pendants in the window?"
"Are they expensive?" I asked.
Ellen looked closely. "I can't find a price. But they're platnium."
I waved my hand dismissivly. "Let's buy them," I told Ellen. "There are, what, five of us in the club? Let's get one for everybody."
Ellen's mouth opened as wide as a saucer. "Lila!"
"You don't know how much these cost," Jessica said, staring at the display. "I bet they're not exactly cheap. In fact-"
I held up my hand to interrupt her and turned to Ellen. "Get them, would you?"
Nodding, Ellen scurried away and soon found a salesclerk to help her.
I flagged down the other clerk in the store. "Give me five of these necklaces, please," I demanded, pointing to a case filled with diamonds and pearls.
The clerk's jaw dropped. "Five?" she repeated.
"Five," I said testily. "Do I have to take my business someplce else?" I dropped the gold card on the counter.

What happens to the Unicorns when kimberly starts hanging out with their rival club, the Eight Times Eights? Too Cool For the Unicorns