For reasons she wasn’t willing to think about, she’d gone to her sister and borrowed a dress fifteen minutes after Lucas left her doorstep. And asked for hair tips. Being by far the most intelligent of her sisters, Corrine had said nothing about the unbelievable request and only excused herself once to a make a low-whispered phone call to their mother, which Belinda pretended not to hear.You could be that gracious when your date guru was able to tame your sharp hair into something resembling contemporary style. If Belinda took those moments while her sister was away to make her hands stop trembling, no one else knew it. She’d looked into her own dark eyes, devoid of the prerequisite goth-industrial shadows and saw the girl Lucas was trying so hard to unearth. And shuddered.That image of herself shouldn’t have been there, but she wasn’t able to escape it. What the hell was she going to do if Lucas saw it? Saw that he was slipping beneath her guard somehow, reminding her who she’d been so long ago.
