~Imogene~
I’m actually nervous, like seriously. This party has me a bit shaky, and I’m not sure why. All of this is a means to an end, yet I feel as if I’m doing this for real. Maybe it’s the fact that there will be a lot of people here. Perhaps it’s me being worried that I’m stepping into something that I won’t be able to step out of later.
I smooth out the skirt of my bright red dress. It’s sleeveless with a slit on both sides that goes up to my hips. I keep my hair down and minimal makeup. I really don’t need to do much; actually, I could wear a potato sack, and things would be fine. There’s usually a spell for anything, and I sometimes like to dabble.
I reach the bottom of the stairs, where Paul awaits me. I have to say that this spell has taken a real toll on him. I had to employ
