Xella's First Date
Stella Petrolas stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing every inch of her appearance. She was used to expecting perfection of herself. In the classroom. In her behavior. In her appearance.
But tonight, she was more obsessive than usual.
Maybe she should neofacture false eyelashes. Or a dress in a different shade of pink. Part of her just wanted to autoport herself to the other side of the world to avoid it altogether.
This wasn’t her first first date. Over the years there had been a few—a very few—boys who had dared ask out the headmaster’s daughter.
But this was the first one she truly cared about. And that didn’t help her compulsive perfectionism one little bit.
“Maybe just…” She picked up her brush to try moving her part to the other side.
Before she could g
