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4. Kiss and Tell

"Prim, wake up," a soft whisper shakes me awake.

"What happened?" my sleepy voice croaks, and I rub my eyes. My face is stuck to the window and my cheeks are sore from the impact.

"You tell me. One minute we were talking about perfume, the next you're snoring! You slept through the whole drive too. What were you dreaming about? A male model? You mumble in your sleep, you know."

"Oh shoot!" My first motion is fast and alert. I lift my head suddenly. On impulse, I pat my head to adjust my fuzzy hair and calm my spinning mind.

I bet he knows what I was dreaming! "You okay, Prim?" Paxson worriedly stutters my full name, electrocuting my pulse.

"Oh yeah, I'm okay," I think.

"Well, we're here," his head nods my way and I glance out my window.

A glorious gate wrapped in bright flowers leads straight to a clean path. An angel carved into a marble fountain spews water and roundabout spirals straight toward a house. No, scratch that; not a house, a mansion! A cream-colored building with a layer of clear glass shimmers in the sun, and I can't help but gape. The sun has touched the peak of the building so glamorous, and I swear I can see God's fingers caress the mighty infrastructure to perfection.

Does this girl crap gold or something?!

"Prim, stop drooling, " he leans over to take my seatbelt off, and I suck in a breath.

My eyes don't waver from the mansion even as I step out. The zigzag of exotic vines latch within the gate and shape it into a floral, evergreen beauty. As I follow the road to this fantasy, Paxson's voice clears my head.

"I have to put the gate code in first, silly." His whimsical grin enchants me more than the scenery does. He types in the four-digit code and the mechanical gate swings open.

How does he even know what the code is? Maybe she texted it to him?

Looking in all directions, I glide closer to the angel fountain and instantly notice my attraction to it.

Perched at the top, the angel sits. Its wings of glory were high and mighty, with a chest, carved out to a girl's dream. His face is beautiful and irresistibly spellbinding. I turn my head involuntarily and catch Paxson and his equally interested stare. My mind roams and I picture him as the angel, all flawless and holy. In many ways, he has been a dream to me, he saved me many times with his caring touch and overflowing protection. I can't help but wonder if the handsome angel was, in fact, a replica of him.

We meet up at the ten-foot door, decorated in patterns and gems, and I mentally prepare myself for the day ahead. I'm dreading the enormous amounts of fake laughs, stupid stories, and snarky remarks that I'll most likely be forced to listen to.

"Prim, please remember to be nice, okay?" The wrinkles spotting his forehead show signs of anxiousness and worry. To reassure him I reach for his hand.

Paxson doesn't respond, but as he motions to ring the doorbell I glimpse the blush seeping into his cheeks. That's the only response I need. Someone speaks through the intercom.

"Is that who I think it is?" a high-pitched voice squeals.

"Hey, can you open the door for us, please?" Within seven seconds, the door flies open. The rush of a rosy, intoxicating smell strikes us.

Here she is, the Ice Queen!

Priscilla's glossy hair and evil eyes lock on Paxson, her devilish grin toying with his emotions at first glance. Her body is tanned evenly and the neon pink that covers her doesn't do justice.