When Coral Dreams
“Tonight is the night,” Coral Ballenato promised herself as she studied her reflection in the mirror.
Her black curls rippled around her face in the gentle current that drifted through the window of her best friend’s bathroom. The squid ink liner that made her dark brown eyes look even bigger than usual and the peachy stain she’d applied to her lips and cheeks—almost the same shade as her tailfin—made her feel prettier. Older. More confident.
And if she was finally going to make the first move with Zak Marlin, she needed to feel more confident. Way, way, way more confident.
“For the love of cod,” Zanzia complained from beyond the bathroom door, “what is taking you so long?”
“Almost done,” Coral called out.
One last check to make sure she hadn’t overdone the makeup.
