Getting Ready
"How does it look?” Tom Brown turned from one side to another, allowing Selena Davenport to admire the black bowtie he had just tied around his neck. Like his smile, it was crooked.
She brushed off his shoulder, straightening out the top of his tuxedo coat with a smile. “Fabulous.”
Tom grinned, his orange eyes shining.
Fabulous indeed. That was how she looked anyway. Like a Mediterranean goddess, her mahogany colored hair was up in a French twist with small curly tendrils hanging off from it. And her dress was absolutely perfect, glittering with grading hues of aqua to ultramarine blue, just like her eyes. It skimmed her figure, moving as she walked like the swaying of seaweed on the water. She looked at home in it.
“Hey! I almost forgot!” Rick Deacon jogged into the room, wearing a tuxedo that was almost an exact duplicate of Tom’s, his rusty-brown hair slicked back in a James Bond hairdo. He held up a white-lily boutonniere with a matching corsage. “I got these.”
Selena shook her head, reaching out her hand for them both. “Really…this is a bit too much coming from you. Can’t I contribute even a little?”
Rick shook his head, grinning. “Nope. Since you’re his date and he always borrows my wallet, I’d say it would end up this way anyway.”
“But what about your date?” Selena rubbed Rick’s hair, mussing it.
“Hey!” He ducked back. “Don’t mess with the do!”
Tom pounced, rubbing the rest of Rick’s orderly hair-style awry, cackling.
“OW!” Rick pegged Tom with the flowers. “Stop that! I have to fix it again!”
“It makes you look roguish,” Selena said, smirking with Tom. She picked the lilies up from the floor, gently dusting them off. They were hardly bruised, thankfully.
Staggering to the doorway, Rick scowled at the pair of them. “You two really are perfect for each other. Keep your hands off my hair—you lousy halfers. And for pity’s sake, be downstairs in ten minutes. The limo should be here soon.”
Rick hopped into the hall again, digging into his pocket for a comb as he ran back to the stairs.
“Did he just call us heifers?” Tom looked to Selena, scratching his equally messed up hair-do. It suited him though. Platinum blonde and pale, neatness would look creepy on him.
She chuckled. “Halfers. Half-blood freaks. Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t really mean it.”
Tom nodded.
*
Grand Entrance
They went down in five minutes, all ready for ‘Prom’—Junior League style. Gulinger didn’t exactly hold Prom. They had a graduation dance. But Prom with all the fancy dresses, catering, and limousines were not luxuries Gulinger kids could afford. In fact, only two of the students had the money for such a thing. And considering Selena’s choice of date, only Rick really could openly spend the money as one did at
Impressum
Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.09.2014
ISBN: 978-3-7368-5208-2
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