Trinity High (Book 1 of the Trinity Series)

Chapter 29

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"Bloody hell, Caley..." Trey muttered when I opened the door for him.

It was the night of the Spring Formal.

The weather outside had been beautiful all day. It was mild, not too cool and not too warm and there was a lovely breeze that swept around the scents of the new flower buds from the trees. I had spent the entire day lounging around under my favourite willow tree. I had fallen asleep and had awoken to find that my skin had taken on a rather sun-kissed look to it. It wasn't harsh, but it brought colour to my otherwise pale skin.

When I had finally gone back into my room after lying outside for hours, I was met with Abbey's frantic cries for help. Her curling iron had fallen apart and she couldn't focus enough to fix it. I had snickered for a bit and made her beg before I carefully muttered the spell to fix the curler.

I hadn't been planning on doing much to get ready. I wasn't really big on getting dressed up. I would have been completely content with just putting my dress on, throwing my hair in a braid and walking out the door. But Abbey, being Abbey of course, had different plans for me.

Now, two and a half hours later, I was ready. I had showered and was going to do my own hair and make-up, but Abbey insisted that I was worthless at doing anything remotely girly and she took over. I had protested a lot, which lead to a lot of arguments and even spilled nail polish and an eyeliner malfunction. But Abbey was determined to make a girl out of me.

So I was all made up now, with my hair and face done. Abbey had forced me to wear a pair of yellow strappy heels that matched too perfectly with the thin yellow belt of my dress. I had argued on this, too, saying that I'd much rather wear my black ballet flats, as they were much more comfortable and wouldn't give me a chance to complain all night. But she had silenced me with a death glare that told me I was acting like a big baby.

So I shut up finally and let her do what she wanted.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw how long my legs looked. The dress had turned out to be shorter than I anticipated. And now, with the heels, it looked like I had mile long legs. I immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Can I wear stockings?" I asked Abbey. She gave me a look.

"No," she said flatly. I pouted.

"But I feel so exposed!" I exclaimed. She rolled her eyes.

"You look good. Trust me," she replied.

I frowned and tried to pull the hem of my dress down to make it look longer. I wondered half-mindedly if I could try an enlargement spell on the dress, but decided agaisnt it, since there had only been about twenty minutes until Trey would show up and I didn't want to ruin the dress.

Although if I ruined the dress, then I wouldn't have to go to the dance.

The thought became so much more attractive before I heard a knock on the door. Trey was here.

"Ummm..." I muttered, feeling a little more than self-conscious as Trey's eyes raked over my body.

"You look amazing," he breathed. I felt a tinge of colour rise to my cheeks.

"It's all my doing!" Abbey cried from her dresser, where she was re-applying her lipstick to absolute perfection.