The next five days had gone by excruciatingly slow. There was only two days left before the Christmas Ball; as the days grew closer, I grew more nervous. Mom had called me last night, demanding that I be at the house by three o’clock to get ready. A friend of hers was coming over that day to help Hazel and I with our make-up and hair.
I kept to my thoughts, as I dusted the shelves. Kane was, as always, on his phone. I didn’t mind this time around because it meant he wouldn’t be pestering me when I had a lot to think about.
After my run in with Erik at the mall, I hadn’t heard from him since. I know I shouldn’t care but a part of me did. And I hated it.
The bell above the front door chimed, indicating that a customer had just walked in.
“Welcome to” – I began to say but
