For the second time tonight I found myself sat in front of Dutch’s mirror. Only this time, Olly was fixing the curls in my hair while Dutch fixed my make-up. The both of them were also dressed formally; Olly wore a midnight blue dress, while Dutch wore an elegant emerald one. Olly’s hair was pinned up, while Dutch’s was straightened down her front. They’d both fixed themselves up before I got here, possibly knowing I’d take longer.
“Are you guys coming too?” I asked briefly as Dutch dusted eye-shadow on my eyelids.
“Yes,” Dutch said. “So are Madame and Vistoc. It’s one of those… events that everyone goes to, you know?”
I paused for a short moment. “What is this… event?”
Dutch clicked the foundation pot shut with a click, and shot Olly a knowing, sneaky smile. Her eyes glinted when she
