her disappearance

10

THIS CHAPTER HAS NOT BEEN EDITED SO THERE MIGHT BE SOME MISTAKES

ANOUSHKA

It was the night of the Christmas party. Wren and I finished classes early so we went shopping for dresses. I decided on a simple purple silk dress, that fit me like a second skin. There was a long slit from the thigh. Wren wore a matching pink one.

I look in the long mirror as I attempt to clasp my necklace. I let out a frustrated sigh when the clasp breaks.

"Can I help you?" someone asks, making me jump in surprise.

I look up at Creighton, who was wearing a black suit. I swallow hard as I look down at the broken necklace. "No."  I reply.

He walks towards me and grabs the necklace from my palm. "It's broken." I tell him.

He lays the necklace flat on his palm as he inspects the necklace. "You know it is pretty simple to fix broken jewellery especially when it's the clasp of a necklace." he tells me.

I let out a dry laugh. "If you think so." I murmur, walking to my desk. I look through my drawer for another necklace. As I was looking down, I didn't notice Creighton moved until I felt a hand touch my shoulder. He stands behind me and I watch him through the big mirror on my desk. He holds the necklace up and smiles softly at me. "Told you."

I stand up to face him as I gently take the necklace from him. "You fixed it," I whisper.

"When I was younger, my mum would always break her necklaces because she would anxiously play with them. I learnt how to fix them for her." he quietly admits.

That was so sweet.

I smile at him. I walk to the full body mirror and he follows, standing behind me. "Let me." he says, nodding to the necklace.

I swallow hard as he takes the necklace from me and pulls my hair onto my shoulder. I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. How close was he standing?

I look at him through the mirror as he positions the necklace around my neck, adjusting it slightly so it would fit perfectly. When he fits the clasp, his hand drops to my bare back as he caresses his fingers against my back. We lock eyes through the mirror and nerves fill my stomach at the heat of his eyes. He pulls my hair off my shoulder and over my back and he takes a step back.

Inhaling a shaky breath, I turn to face him. "Thank you." I whisper, touching my necklace.

He smiles softly. "You look gorgeous, angel." he says quietly.

Heat crawls up my neck and I nod. "Thank you. You look good too."

Good? Why did I say good?

"Are you ready?" someone asks. I look up at Wren, who was standing in the doorway.

I nod my head, grinning. I walk towards her. We link arms as we make our way to the main hall. "Ground rules. We come together we leave together." she declares.

"Yes, and if you want to hook up with someone, message me."

"We'll probably stay together the whole night," she says.

"Then that's perfect." I grin.

The main hall was completely different. It went from an old, eerie hall to a nice, clean hall. There were balloons, rows of tables and food. Many people.

"I guess we don't really know anyone." Wren murmurs to me.

"True." I whisper back.

We scan the room, looking for any familiar faces. There's Creighton," she says, her tone full of joy. He got here quickly.