Finn and I find Cooper waiting at the top of the stairs on our way to the party, and, well, let’s just say my jaw drops at the sight of him.
Life is truly unfair.
In one, little modicum of fairness, I notice that his jaw drops when he sees me, too.
“Quinn,” he manages, stammering a bit. “You look… fantastic.”
I don’t bother hiding my beam—at least, not until I feel Finn’s judging gaze on me. I clear my throat, mumble a “Thanks, you, too,” and step forward to take both of their arms.
Well, why shouldn’t I? It’s my party; I can be escorted by two boys if I want to.
All this attention is getting to your head, I chastise myself as we walk. But I can’t help feeling a bit pleased with the situation.
Still, as we enter the giant ballroom and I’m greeted by a sea of virtual strangers, I’m
