In ten, no, seven minutes, everyone would be downstairs, all dressed up and pretending to like one another before heading to the dance. In separate cars, this time. Tamani insisted. Just in case.
The cold, rainy fall had given way to a less rainy but even colder winter and Laurel hoped she wouldn’t look too weird with just a light wrap. Without the sun to rejuvenate her, she couldn’t handle wearing a jacket. It was too confining, too tiring.
She wondered what Tamani would wear. He’d never been to a human formal dance and she wondered if she should have stopped by his apartment to make sure he had something suitable. The black getup complete with cloak that he had worn when he escorted her to Avalon last year had been stunning, but not exactly appropriate for a high school dance.
Deciding that the sparkling clip would probably take at least some attention off her face — and therefore away from the concerned expression she couldn’t seem to erase no matter how she tried to smooth it with a smile — Laurel stuck the clip back in her hair and forced herself away from the mirror and down the stairs.
“You look gorgeous!” her mom said from the kitchen.
“Thanks, Mom,” Laurel said, smiling over her stress. She put her arms around her mom’s neck. “I really needed to hear that right now.”
“Is everything okay?” her mom asked, pulling back and looking at Laurel.
“The whole David and Tamani thing — remember he’s Tam in front of Yuki — is just… stressful. On top of everything else, I mean.” She had warned her parents that Klea was probably a faerie and not to be trusted, but there wasn’t much they could do but play along like everyone else.
Turning Laurel gently around, her mom lightly rubbed her back, just the way Laurel liked it. “How’s your head?” she asked, kneading her neck now.
“Fine,” Laurel said. “It got pretty bad yesterday, but with finals out of the way I’m hoping for a nice, relaxing break.”
Her mom nodded. “I admit, I’m a little surprised it’s David who’s coming to pick you up tonight.”
“Why is everyone surprised!” Laurel said in exasperation.
“Well, you did break up with him.”
Laurel said nothing.
“After Thanksgiving, I thought for sure you were going to be with Tamani.”
“He has to watch Yuki.”
“And if he didn’t?”
Laurel shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Listen,” her mom said, turning Laurel to face her now, “there’s nothing wrong with taking time to just be yourself. I’m the last person to tell you that you need a guy to make you happy. But if you’re not moving on because you’re afraid you’ll hurt David, maybe you need to remember that you’re hurting Tamani by not moving on, and you might be hurting David by not letting him really move on. If — and I’m not saying you should choose him, but if—you really love Tamani, and you keep putting him off because of David, by the time you’re finally ready to be with him, you may find that he’s moved on. That’s all I’m going to say,” her mom finished, smiling now and turning back to the desserts, which she was piping out of a pastry bag into little edible works of art.
“No one’s going to eat those, Mom.”
Her mom looked down at the beautiful desserts with concern. “Why not?”
“They’re too pretty.”
“Just like you,” she said, leaning in to kiss Laurel’s forehead.
A knock sounded at the door and butterflies started up in Laurel’s stomach again. She was chagrined to realize it didn’t matter who was actually at the door. They all made her nervous.
She opened the door to find Tamani waiting on her porch. He was alone, wearing a black tux with full tails, a shimmering white vest and bow tie, and had topped it off with shiny black shoes and white dress gloves, as though headed to a white-tie affair. Despite being called a winter formal, Laurel knew that most of the guys in attendance would be, at most, wearing dress suits and ties. Tamani probably wouldn’t be the only one in a tux — David seemed to enjoy wearing them — but he would still be the most formally dressed person at the dance. In wondering whether he’d wear the wrong clothes, Laurel had not considered that he might dress too well.
While taking in his appearance, Laurel realized that he looked almost as nervous as she felt — more than a little unusual, for Tamani. “Are you okay?”
Tamani leaned close. “Is anyone else here yet?”
Laurel shook her head.
“Good.” Tamani ducked into the foyer and pushed the door shut. “Yuki asked me not to pick her up.”
“Like, she canceled?” Laurel asked, her stomach clenching. Had she found something out?
“No, she said she was running behind and would meet me at the dance. But something isn’t right.”
“She knows I planned dessert. Maybe she doesn’t want to draw attention to the way she eats. I mean, she has no idea we all know what she is. Well, except Ryan. Honestly, it sounds like something I would do,” she added in a quiet voice.
“Maybe. But she sounded… weird. On the phone.”
Laurel looked up as the doorbell rang. “You have sentries watching her house?”
Tamani nodded. “But her house is practically a fortress tonight — all curtains drawn, a sheet thrown over the front window. It just doesn’t sit right.”
“There’s not much we can do until we find her at the dance,” Laurel whispered. She paused, then added, in an even quieter whisper, “You look incredible.”
Tamani looked startled for a second, then he smiled. “Thanks. You look amazing too. Just like you do every day.”
The doorbell — practically next to her ear — startled her and Laurel shooed Tamani into the kitchen. Then she opened the door to David, Ryan, and Chelsea.
“Look at you!” Chelsea said, rushing forward to hug Laurel. She was wearing the red dress Laurel had recommended. It set off her complexion perfectly and brought out the gray in her eyes. “You look fabulous. Is this the… the dress you were telling me about?” she asked, her eyes flitting to Ryan for just an instant.
“Yeah,” Laurel said, spreading the skirt a little. “I was really happy to find it.” Find it. Ha! In Avalon you literally did just find clothes in the marketplace and then take them home.
“Well, the dance starts in, like, fifteen minutes and I was promised dessert,” Chelsea said, smiling playfully. “Ryan wouldn’t let me get dessert with my dinner, so there better be some here.”
“Don’t listen to her,” Ryan said, pushing her gently toward the kitchen. “I told her she could have two desserts — she just didn’t take me up on it.”
Chelsea grinned at him and they both headed toward the kitchen. Laurel looked wistfully after them. It had been hard even looking at Ryan since talking with Chelsea, knowing what was coming. He still seemed completely head over heels for her. A niggling voice in the back of her head reminded her that he had lied to Chelsea about college applications, but did he deserve being totally blindsided by a breakup because of that?
Laurel turned to David, who had just stepped into the foyer. He was wearing a neatly cut tuxedo jacket over a black, mandarin-collared silk shirt with a shiny black button at the throat instead of a bow tie. He was different from the boy she’d met two years ago. Tonight, elegant and handsome in all black, he looked like he could take on anything.