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Alec
As I step into the ballroom at the L Center, I sport a tuxedo and picture-perfect smile. With any luck, I’m the image of casual. But inside? My heart thuds against my rib cage. The reason is simple. For the first time since visiting the Queen of Hearts, I may actually talk to Elle. Alone.
I scan the place and catalog every detail. Is this my moment? I’ve spent hours obsessing over tonight, so I run through my mental checklist. Once all my criteria are met, I’ll know it’s safe to go looking for Elle… Or as safe as it can get. Here’s my list:
Packed ballroom? Check.
All the guys dressed identically? Check.
My parents out of the way? Big check. They’re chatting up MNN on the other side of the room. That will buy me at least a twenty minutes.
Principal Babs occupied? Yet another
