Celeste
I couldn’t hide the secret from Fiona now that I had plans to go to the ball.
“I'm going to the ball,” I confessed to her that afternoon as we walked to the campus center in between classes.
Her eyes went wide. “Really, Celeste?”
I nodded. “But I'll be wearing a mask.,” I added. I paused before uttering my next words: “And, Fiona… you can't spend much time talking to me.”
A flicker of confusion, combined with hurt, crossed her face. “W-Why?” she murmured.
“That's... private,” I replied curtly, immediately regretting my tone.
I saw the flash of hurt in her eyes, but she quickly brushed it off. “All right. But we're going dress shopping. You can't go to the ball in your regular clothes.”
A few days later, we found ourselves in the town's dress boutique
