"Well that was anticlimactic," Emily mutters as she combs through my hair, "and here I got up with the early birds to to get ready for the ball and hear the gossip only to feel like it was all a pumpkin,"
Harper tosses something at her that she dodges easily, giving her a pointed look behind my head like I can't see them in the mirror. But I ignore it, instead staring at my reflection as I replay everything that I had just told them about the other night in the hallway with Austin.
"I don't know what to tell you," I say finally, moving to meet Emily's eyes in the mirror, "It's what happened,"
I wonder if they can hear the disappointment in my voice. Of course, I would have loved to have given them something better, something juicier for lack of a better word. But what I want and what h
