“Sweet offer, Chester.” I removed my hand from his. “I think I put in enough babysitting hours, though. Why don’t you ask Janet Ward? She looks desperate for someone to dance with her.”
With those cruel words, I stormed away from him and outside the building…one of many mistakes I would make because of my temper.
* * *
“Hello, Blanche,” a woman’s voice purred. “I have been hoping to have a small talk with you, darling.”
The owner of the voice stepped out of a cloud of black mist. A breeze of freezing wind blew ice crystals straight at me. As she walked towards me with long, slow strides, I stared in awe. Her ankle-length dress was made of black crystal. Her snow-white skin shimmered as if she had been dusted with frost. The dress she wore was daring with a plunging crystal-beaded neckl
