Re: Mandy and Evelyn and Open
Evelyn smirked inwardly at herself.
Gorgeous? Really? Since when do you use that word, Evie? Apparently wearing a
dress was having more of an affect on her than she knew. Either way, she was glad for Mandy’s company, even if it meant acting unusually girly.
And these tights! Who the bloody hell thought of them? she thought irritably, trying to discreetly pull them further up her thighs as they again began to slip.
“Yeah, I think that the whole ball could be more interesting this way,” she said, following Mandy’s eyes around the strange masked figures. “Doesn’t it seem a bit weird, though? I feel like I’m supposed to recognize all of these people. There must be some extreme charming going on right now because I can hardly tell who anyone is—I think noticing you was just a lucky guess,” she added with a grin. “They could be anyone.”
An image flashed through her head—another result of her wild imagination—of a dazzling waltz with a stranger, with a sensual dip, and the fireworks…only to all come crashing down. “I mean what if we end up with somebody like Vincent Crabbe by the end of the night?” She fought to keep in a rather unladylike snort.
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