Evelyn
“You ready, Princess?” Sebastian asks as we walk closer to the front door.
“Honestly no,” I admit.
He stops us in our tracks, turning himself toward me as others walk past us on the sidewalk. “What’s wrong?” His piercing blue eyes are wide as he looks me over. “What happened?”
I shake my head. “Sebastian, it’s fine! I’m just nervous.”
“What’s to be nervous about? It’s a New Year’s party.”
“That’s why I’m nervous. Me and parties don’t go well together.”
“You are such a bad liar, Princess.” His head lifts up, shaking it back and forth as his gelled hair remains unmoving. “You do great at parties.”
“The last party we had was Christmas, though?” I ask, though it’s true.
“And our birthday, and the college parties, and—”
I push him a little, getting Sebastian to stay quiet. “Yo
