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Are they putting me in some shapeless floor length gown?
Actually, when I think about that, I could make that work, so I’m betting whatever was chosen is more hideous.
Hair by Mari would work if I was another person, but she likes soft and romantic, natural looks. I…don’t.
And while I trust her, she’s going to have to work with Heath and Mom. If Mom chose the makeup, it’ll be pastels, a garden ofspring colors for my face which will be wrong. And I’m betting there won’t be liquid eyeliner to be seen.
I give up and throw myself on the bed.
One ball. One.
That’s all I need to get through being forced so far in the opposite direction from my style—one.
One ball and then I can be me again. I’ll go out with these idiots and not choose one of them. And hopefully by next Season, Mari’s debut will be so exciting no one will pay attention to me. That’s the plan anyway.
I’m about to get up and find a book to read when my phone lights up.
And my heart starts a wild, urgent beat.
Unknown number.
Killian
You still interested in attending the meeting, Icy?
Killian.
Heat pools inside, down in my pelvis and I try and breathe. It’s just a message.
But my hands shake as I text back.
When?
Killian
Ten p.m. Saturday.
What? My chest tightens. But that’s the Rivers of Light ball. And he knows I’m a supposedly rich Omega.
If I go to the meeting, I’ll cause scandal by not showing to the ball. If I attend the ball I can’t shake the feeling I’ll be missing something important and life changing.
Fuck.
There’s no way around it.
I’m going to have to go to both.
If I sneak out of the ball and attend the meeting, then I’ll have to make like Cinderella and sneak back in before midnight.
No biggie.
Right, and I can mate with whoever I want, like a Delta.
The shake’s worse as I text him back.
Where?
Talk about revolution!
