Chapter Seven
Here’s how the Valentine’s Dance works: The Smuts freshmen randomly draw room numbers of Fuller freshmen, and that’s the door they show up at just before the dance begins. No one knows beforehand who their ‘date’ will be. The other girls on my floor have spent all day discussing the possibility of fate sending them their soul mate. I don’t blame them. If I wasn’t already certain that Damien’s the one for me, I’d probably be just as excited as they are.
Since Livi was useless at helping me plan an outfit—all her ideas were far too boring—I spend the afternoon putting my Valentine’s Look together. I pick a dress pretty enough to be considered worthy of a not-particularly-formal dance event. It’s green with a white paisley pattern, tight at the waist, loose and floaty around m
