TRISTAN
I’m sitting at our usual table in the cafe at the Student Union, when Dominic and Billie finally arrive. I watch them closely to see how the insular students at C. U. react to her presence—and how she and Dom are getting along. Dom is easy-going, chivalrous, and a good listener. He was the best choice of my friends to draw her out of her shell. They seem to have some banter, judging by her smile.
She’s wearing a ribbed mid length black knit dress with a plunging neckline, a slit up the side, a pair of knee-high boots, and the moonstone I’ve been keeping for my girl since I was 18 years old dangles from her neck. A red ribbon is tied in her hair.
I’ve had dreams about my fated mate ever since the prophecy when I was 15, and the reality is so much more beautiful than I ever imag
