"Do you think this is okay for a party?" I ask the kittens, smoothing down the black skater skirt of my dress. Its nothing fancy, but I think it makes me look good, and that"s all that matters really. If Caspian is going to go to all the trouble of actually taking me to a party, then I"m going to make sure I look good on his arm.
All the kittens do is make little meowing sounds. I should have known they"re no good when it comes to fashion advice. At least they know how to look cute.
The knock I"m expecting cuts me off before I can double guess my clothing choices. It"s just as well. If left to my own devices, there"s a chance I"ll just keep changing outfits all night and never actually get to the party.
"Come in," I call.
The door opens slowly, no doubt to give me chance to tell him no
