Starstruck [KotLC]

Chapter 13

Who would've known that one dark-haired, teal-eyed elf would've convinced me to go to the dance with him? Definitely not me. But, as surprised as I was, I trailed down the stairs of Havenfeild clad in sparkles and jewels as Fitz awaited me at the bottom of the staircase, completely in awe at my transformation.

The dress and makeup were obviously the collaborative work of Edaline, Della, and Biana. The masterpiece was red, a color they had insisted on based on Fitz's reaction at the aurenflare we had planned at Everglen ages ago, when we were younger. The top was a simple, high-cut, sleeveless scoop-neck, fitted perfectly and complimenting my thin shoulders and skinny arms with deep red lace. The waist came in at just the right spot with a flawlessly tied red bow, accenting curves never before noticed on me. The bottom was very practical, as it was impossible for me to trip on the short tulle skirt, but the dress still shimmered and sparkled with beauty. (image of dress above)

My fashion consultants paired the dress with nude flats to give me freedom to dance with the smallest probability of falling on my face, a feature I was more than excited about. My outfit was also complimented with fake, sparkly-silver nails and glittering silver earrings that reminded me of Silveny's mane and fur. My eyes were coated in silver eyeshadow with a thin line of black eyeliner that was covered with a layer of sparkly goop I couldn't identify. Mascara lengthened my thin lashes, and when I reached up to pluck one out, my fingers came back covered in black. That might be a problem, I thought.

I concentrated on the stairs, willing my feet to cooperate and thanking the gods of shoes that I wasn't wearing heels. Not until I was sure both of my feet were solid on the floor did I look up. Just as I did so, I thought: What have I gotten myself into? The butterflies in my stomach could've forced my body to internally combust they were stirring so fast.

Fitz's eyes seemed ten times brighter in the light, or maybe it was just the moment, I wasn't sure. The one thing I had no doubt about was that Fitz looked amazing. Like wow. Seriously.

The fact that he always had the appearance of a male model made things that much worse for me. Everything about him had absolutely no flaws, which was amazing just as much as it was absolutely terrifying. His already perfect hair had been groomed with just the right amount of messiness, and his  outfit fit him so nicely it almost looked like real-life photoshop. But again, those eyes. I wasn't sure what it was that night. A glint of something new was hidden inside of him. 

I finished my approach with dignity and Fitz took one of my hands in his. "Sophie," he smiled, "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. And I've been to an endless amount of places. I'll never forget the day I met you, and I couldn't regret a single moment of our friendship. I really like you. Thank you for choosing me to be your date to the party, even if I asked at a totally horrible time. I'll never regret that either. In fact, I don't think I can regret anything in my life because otherwise, I wouldn't be here in this moment with you."

"AWWWWWWW!!" Biana and Edaline cooed from the top of the staircase, where they had been eavesdropping. My face must've been tomato red.

"Fitz... I'm so glad you asked me to this party. Thank you so much." Fitz opened his arms and I wrapped mine around him in a tight embrace. Before I knew it, we were off to the party.

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"I'm going to go get us some drinks, are you ok?" Fitz asked me.

"Of course! You don't have to feel obligated to babysit me Fitz. I'm fine."

"Sophie, I want to stay with you. There's nobody else I'd rather come here with. Honestly, if you'd said no when I asked you to this stupid party I wasn't going to come."

"You're just talking crazy now, go get us drinks." I urged him.

"Fine. I'll be right back." He replied skeptically.

"I'll be here."

"You'd better be." He said, walking off to find the punch as I stayed where I was, observing the guests and trying to find familiar faces. I had just been spacing out and looking around for a few minutes before I noticed someone standing beside me, leaning up against the wall with fizzleberry wine on their breath.

"Foster!" Keefe exclaimed giddily. "I've been looking all over for you! Hey, remember when we were a couple? Worst decision of my life!" He began laughing uncontrollably as I tried to ignore his hurtful words.

"Keefe, you've had too much wine. You don't know what you're saying. Just go away." I commanded him.

"Naw, Foster! The party has only just begun! I thought we were friends?!" He insisted, slinging his arm around my shoulders as he always does.

"No. We're not. You haven't talked to me since you broke up with me." I explained grimly, tears welling up in my eyes at the last few words.

"But dude, the only reason I would ignore you is if I was really really mad at you. Like extreme. Like if I ignored you, I would probably never have the intentions of speaking to you again."

"Why?! Why do you hate me so much?! Why are you so angry at me?" I asked, now in angry hysterics.

"Sophie. Don't you get it?" He asked me, dropping his tone now to show his completely seriousness. "I'm in love with you." 

Just then, Fitz returned with the drinks. 

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