PRINCE ❥ chapter douze
And so I found myself waiting around. I didn't know what for. But I was. Rather, I knew what was going on, I just didn't know how the situation would unfold.
As soon as I had explained myself in as minuscule details as possible, Agnes had shoved me out of her way and ran towards Milo and Devyn. I remember I had been extremely displeased when she came back.
"Are those the guys you're meeting? Elle, you slut!" She said it in a joking way, but deep down, in the past, she probably would have meant it.
With a fluid extension of her arms, I went flying towards the open entrance of Homme. Agnes eagerly ran towards the two boys and stroke up a conversation. I couldn't find the courage to move my feet and hear what they were talking about. And so, in result, I was left staring at the back of my sister's head as she bobbed it enthusiastically, telling the pair something I probably wouldn't like.
And I was right.
Agnes left the pair in smiles, bounding towards me as she flipped her hair nonchalantly. When she finally stopped in front of me, she got hold of my wrist and dragged me towards Femme.
"What did you do," I hissed.
"Looks like we're going to a Christmas Eve party, baby," she gave me a sideways wink before picking up a random blue dress off a rack and shoving me into a dressing room.
So here I was, December 24th upon us, and my sister ransacking my bedroom.
"Okay, so why am I going?"
"The invitation is originally for you, but it was extended to me, your lovely sissy."
"Screw off," I snorted before crossing my legs. Agnes stared into the mirror as she flicked the wand up, coating her eyelashes in mascara.
"You gonna do your own makeup, or should I do it for you? What was your friend's name? The tall one with the nice hair."
"The flirt?"
"Weren't they both?"
"Milo. He's the tall one."
"Yeah; Milo said he'd come by to pick you up."
My eyes widened, "Me? What about you?"
"Gray's taking me. You expect me to go out with other boys?! Elizabeth!"
"Elle. And who knows?"
At that moment, my phone dings with the notification of a message.
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