ELENA
I thought about what my mom said. I wrote Blake a letter saying he could bring her to my birthday party so that I could approve—and next to that in huge letters, I scrawled HAHA JOKING.
I hated the fact that my mother hadn’t been worrying all these years for nothing. She’d always known. I was the i***t for not wanting to believe her.
I tried to prepare myself, thinking of worst-case scenarios. Them kissing, dancing, holding hands…everything. Mostly I wanted to puke just thinking about it. But I knew I was supposed to pretend to be happy for them.
He was obviously ecstatic over the news and sent me a crow back, saying:
You will love her. The two of you are so alike, except for the Snow Dragon part.
That angered me the most. How dare he compare me to a freakin’ Snow Dragon? Serio
