After a while, Lucie walks into the living room, a black backpack which I presume is her school clothes and stuff, and then I see what she's wearing and I slowly grin at her as I take her in.
It's a burgundy knee-length classy-casual (I didn't realise that was possible) lacy dress, with thin black tights and black ankle boots with a silver buckle and small heel. Her hair has been brushed out and is cascading down in wavy curls caused by the plait, with a few parts pulled out of her face with hair clips. She's...radiant.
She looks up from under her eyelashes at me and bites her lip. "Is this okay?"
"Definetly. Ready?" I hold out for her to take my hand with her free one. She holds my gaze for a moment before taking my hand in hers firmly.
"Let's go." She smiles.
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Teen FictionAdrian Hawthorne never wanted to be who he was born to be- he never wanted to be evil. Lucie Gravely has spent her whole life running away from the monsters that seek to remind her of the night she wishes more than anything to forget. But after on...
