secure in place. Even though I
rarely wear black I have to admit that it looks good.
“Thank you, Nissa, it looks great.”
“With legs like those you would look amazing in a garbage bag.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask seriously and she
squeezes my shoulders.
“I have a unique ability to see people for what they really are. I can tell when they are genuine and good hearted or when they are fake and malicious and you, darling, are the former.”
“Is that one of your supernatural powers?” I ask, studying my reflection in her mirror. “No Lily, it’s one of my very intuitive female powers. You have them too; maybe you just need to listen to them more.”
* *
“This isn’t the school gym." I say, my mouth hanging open.
“Why would I take you to the gym?” I watch as the confusion flits across her face. “Back home they hold school dances in the gym with
streamers hanging from the basketball hoops and balloons tied to the bleachers… ” I trail off.
“Well that just sounds unsanitary.” She sniffs.
The dance is being held in an actual ballroom. Three massive
crystal chandeliers, ones my mom would have called ‘ostentatious’, hang from a gold inlaid ceiling and add a warm glow to the polished marble floor. Large arched windows line the right wall and bar height tables with burgundy tablecloths are positioned along the left. Candles are flickering on every
surface and at the center of each table is a crystal vase stuffed with a red-tipped white rose. The only modern touch in the room is the raised floor stage complete with a DJ booth and huge black speakers. Most of the girls are
wearing ball gowns and I breathe out a sigh of relief that my sundress was stolen as it would have been totally out of place here.
“Not what you expected?” Nissa raises an eyebrow in amusement.
“It’s nothing like I expected. Thank you again for saving
me.” I smile and she shakes her head.
“Do not even mention it. All that’s left to do now is ditch that ape of a date and find a nice-looking boy to dance with. Have fun! I am
going to look for Cai and we’ll find you later.” She air kisses my cheeks before weaving through the crowd and I notice how striking she looks striking in her deep purple floor length dress. I sigh, remembering that I had agreed to meet up with Tristan. I had actually totally forgotten about our ‘date’ until
Nissa mentioned it. I spot him walking across the room toward me in his black tuxedo with a big smile stretched across his face.
“I was wondering when you were going to get here.” He greets
me and links his arm through mine.
“Sorry I’m late. I had a fashion emergency.” I mumble.
“You look incredible. Want to dance?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, instead pulling me on to the packed dance floor and sliding his arms
around my waist. That’s another thing I notice right away - everyone is actually dancing and not pressed against the walls or congregating around the punch bowl. It makes me wonder if supernatural’s even drink punch but I shake
off the errant thought and look at Tristan. “Your face is so expressive. I would love to know what you are thinking right now.” He laughs as he spins me around in a circle.
“Nothing important.” When he twirls me back around to face
him I am struck again by his All-American good looks. Though he is not much taller than me he definitely has the features that most girls would drool over: light hair, light eyes and dimples. He’s handsome but not in an intimidating way and his body is a column of solid muscle. So I wonder why when I look into his
eyes I feel absolutely nothing — not even the slightest spark of attraction. As if he can somehow sense my lack of interest he pulls me against his chest, forcing me to prop my chin on his bulky shoulder. He’s been so nice
to me and the last thing I want to do is lead him on. While I’m thinking that maybe taking me to the
rarely wear black I have to admit that it looks good.
“Thank you, Nissa, it looks great.”
“With legs like those you would look amazing in a garbage bag.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask seriously and she
squeezes my shoulders.
“I have a unique ability to see people for what they really are. I can tell when they are genuine and good hearted or when they are fake and malicious and you, darling, are the former.”
“Is that one of your supernatural powers?” I ask, studying my reflection in her mirror. “No Lily, it’s one of my very intuitive female powers. You have them too; maybe you just need to listen to them more.”
* *
“This isn’t the school gym." I say, my mouth hanging open.
“Why would I take you to the gym?” I watch as the confusion flits across her face. “Back home they hold school dances in the gym with
streamers hanging from the basketball hoops and balloons tied to the bleachers… ” I trail off.
“Well that just sounds unsanitary.” She sniffs.
The dance is being held in an actual ballroom. Three massive
crystal chandeliers, ones my mom would have called ‘ostentatious’, hang from a gold inlaid ceiling and add a warm glow to the polished marble floor. Large arched windows line the right wall and bar height tables with burgundy tablecloths are positioned along the left. Candles are flickering on every
surface and at the center of each table is a crystal vase stuffed with a red-tipped white rose. The only modern touch in the room is the raised floor stage complete with a DJ booth and huge black speakers. Most of the girls are
wearing ball gowns and I breathe out a sigh of relief that my sundress was stolen as it would have been totally out of place here.
“Not what you expected?” Nissa raises an eyebrow in amusement.
“It’s nothing like I expected. Thank you again for saving
me.” I smile and she shakes her head.
“Do not even mention it. All that’s left to do now is ditch that ape of a date and find a nice-looking boy to dance with. Have fun! I am
going to look for Cai and we’ll find you later.” She air kisses my cheeks before weaving through the crowd and I notice how striking she looks striking in her deep purple floor length dress. I sigh, remembering that I had agreed to meet up with Tristan. I had actually totally forgotten about our ‘date’ until
Nissa mentioned it. I spot him walking across the room toward me in his black tuxedo with a big smile stretched across his face.
“I was wondering when you were going to get here.” He greets
me and links his arm through mine.
“Sorry I’m late. I had a fashion emergency.” I mumble.
“You look incredible. Want to dance?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer, instead pulling me on to the packed dance floor and sliding his arms
around my waist. That’s another thing I notice right away - everyone is actually dancing and not pressed against the walls or congregating around the punch bowl. It makes me wonder if supernatural’s even drink punch but I shake
off the errant thought and look at Tristan. “Your face is so expressive. I would love to know what you are thinking right now.” He laughs as he spins me around in a circle.
“Nothing important.” When he twirls me back around to face
him I am struck again by his All-American good looks. Though he is not much taller than me he definitely has the features that most girls would drool over: light hair, light eyes and dimples. He’s handsome but not in an intimidating way and his body is a column of solid muscle. So I wonder why when I look into his
eyes I feel absolutely nothing — not even the slightest spark of attraction. As if he can somehow sense my lack of interest he pulls me against his chest, forcing me to prop my chin on his bulky shoulder. He’s been so nice
to me and the last thing I want to do is lead him on. While I’m thinking that maybe taking me to the
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