All week, conversation had been of nothing else, at least from the girls. Allie was sick of hearing the other girls dissect outfits before the night even occurred.What’s the point of a masked ball when they all know what everyone is wearing? They’ll spot each other easily by their dresses. She he...
By the time they landed, the sun gave up and drew dark clouds over itself like bedclothes even though the clock barely scraped past ten. Despair sucked the colour from everything in the eerie half-light. Trees dropped their leaves for winter prematurely. Skeletal limbs reached out, beckoning the ...