Professor Pops held out his hands. I took them, and he gently twirled me. "You look exquisite, Snow. Like a fiery dream."
I blushed, enjoying the compliment.
Seven heads peeked into my bedroom. They'd come back up the stairs, but I hadn't heard them.
"Holy wow," Heathcliff said.
The others nodded their approval.
I found Gabe. "Gorgeous."
"Get," Professor Pops scolded, shooing them from the room. They reluctantly left, and I heard them tramp down the stairs like a herd of sweet elephants.
I walked over to the full-length mirror, and my heart raced faster. The girl in the mirror looked older, more mature. Like a woman.
"The mask will arrive later this afternoon. I'll have one of the boys bring it over," Professor Pops said, choking up.
I turned to him. "What's wrong?" I asked.
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