“I shouldn’t have done it. It’s wasteful.”
She shrugs. “Sometimes you have to be a little wasteful.”
I chuckle as she places a glass plate that holds pink-icing petit fours in my hand. “Thank you, and dancing with Storm was amazing. He’s very considerate and we hit it off.”
She squeals. “Really?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, I’m so excited for you!”
Dallas walks up, tucking her short brown hair behind an ear. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’ve spent the last fifteen minutes keeping Nana busy in the back. Even though she swears that she’s not interested in the ball, she keeps trying to sneak out here.”
Chelsea rolls her eyes. “That’s the last thing we need.”
“Why couldn’t she have just stayed in heaven?” I muse.
Dallas checks her nails. “I’m beginning to wonder if she was in heaven at all.”
We stare at each other before laughing. Then Dallas says, “What’s Storm Grayson like? Have you found out what supernatural he is? I’ve been watching who he talks to, to see if there’s a hint there, but he seems to fit in with all of them.”
In unison, our heads turn in his direction. Sure enough, Storm’s talking to a werewolf and a vampire that I recognize. There’s even a wizard hovering nearby.
“I think he’s got the blood of all three in him,” Dallas says, rather boldly, I might add.
Chelsea folds her arms. “Impossible. There’s no way. Maybe he’s part werewolf. I can see that.” She wiggles her brows at me. “Be sure to let us know if he bites.”
I nearly choke on the petit four. “Oh gods. Stop it. We only danced once.”
Dallas sighs. “Don’t worry. According to Nana, there’s an entire week of activities.”
I blink. “Yeah, Storm said something about staying for the week. What’s going on?”
“Nana’s finished with Ovie only scheduling one ball, and told her so. If Storm Grayson’s here, then he’s here for a whole witch-courting session.”
My stomach opens, and I think that I’m going to vomit.No pressure.This is good for me, but it also means that Cathy has more face time with Storm.
I’m gonna have to be on top of my game.
“Uh-oh,” Dallas murmurs.
“What?”
“Looks like our old friend Cathy’s on the prowl.”
My stomach tightens as my gaze floats to the dance floor, where a frilly skirt swishes past. Cathy’s dancing with Storm. Sometime between talking to other supernaturals and me taking a bite of cake, Cathy dug her claws into him.
My stomach sinks.
“If you’re not careful, that one will steal your happiness,” Chelsea whispers. She pauses for a moment. “You don’t think she’s telling him about you, do you?”
I shake my head. “No. I already warned her not to.” But still, that doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Maybe you should nudge her into not liking him,” Dallas suggests.
“You know I can’t do that. It’s completely immoral.” Watching Cathy dance with Storm isn’t my idea of a good time. “I’m going to get some air.”
Chelsea reaches for me. “You want us to come with you?”
