The phone in the room rang and Keven picked up the receiver. He listened carefully and hung up, smiling at me.
Keven: It was Randa. The Lunas are inviting us to a dinner dance in our honor.
Amy: Let's go, my Love, let's have some fun.
I took out of my bag the only dress I had brought. It was a fitted and wrinkle-free black dress. It had a sweetheart neckline, it hugged my curves and came above my knees. It was comfortable and chic at the same time. Keven looked at me and smiled lovingly.
Keven: You are beautiful my Luna
I looked at him in turn, he was wearing black jeans with a white shirt that hugged his abs of steel to perfection. He had left the first two buttons of his shirt undone, allowing the edge of his mark to be seen. I froze. Our marks were similar to those of the triplets.
