As drained as everyone looked and claimed to be, no one seemed ready to leave. It was past 10 but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Chess looks more relaxed, sitting across a flushed face Ana.
Vlad is all smiles, sitting with wild hair Willow. Poor thing spent all that time and money on her hair, just for it to curl back up after a few dances.
My hair isn’t any better. The band holding my hair popped, so now I’m rocking a curly mop of an afro, sitting next to Rome who seems lost in thoughts. I wonder what’s on his mind.
Jules, Calvin, and Anika are sitting further away having a hushed conversation. From the glint in their eyes, I can tell it’s not going to be good. They’re scheming.
Jenni is on her phone looking frustrated and out of place. After some thoughts, I’m pretty sur
