Holly took one look out of her window and groaned as she saw the snow. Her father's house sat within a small village in the hills of northern Spain. Summers spent there were pleasant enough, with the hot days and cool, breezy nights. Winters, however, were a different story entirely. The girl shivered as she thought about going out that night. The horizon was beginning to darken and soon she was supposed to be leaving for a party.

"Are you going as a tramp?"

Holly turned around to meet her stepsister's gaze with a smile.

"No. I'll get dressed in a moment, I promise." Holly replied, looking her stepsister up and down.

India was tall and long-limbed with skin the colour of cappucino. Her face was sharp with strong features and almond-shaped eyes, a result of her mother's Mongolian heritage. She looked perfect in a short red lace dress and red heels, her ebony hair falling in soft waves just past her shoulders. The long, skin-tight lace sleeves kept the look from looking trashy. Holly sighed, feeling short and dumpy as she stood there in her track pants and baggy hoodie.

"Michael will be here to pick us up in 20 minutes, so you might want to hurry up." India sighed, shaking her head at Holly's last-minute nature and leaving the room.

Holly pulled off her clothes and changed into a white version of India's dress. She found her white high heel pumps and slipped them onto her slender feet. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and outline her eyes with a little black eyeliner. She slicked on some clear lipgloss and looked at her hair in the reflection. It was still straight from the night before so she just ran the straighteners through it quickly and brushed it out. The chestnut strands fell to halfway down her back. India ran into the bathroom, frantic.

"What's up?" Holly asked her.

"Michael just texted. He's on his way. Have you seen our headbands? And can you pin my tail onto my dress?" She gushed, holding out a pointed devil's tail.

"Sure. And our headbands are in the bag on the kitchen table." Holly replied calmly as she safety-pinned the devil's tail onto the back of her sister's dress. Fancy dress parties were a tradition on New Year's Eve, and that year India had chosen to go as a devil, urging Holly to go as an angel. Cheesy? Yes. But the choices were limited now that they were older. As kids, they had gone as cats and princesses and clowns but now that just wasn't an option.

"Do I have to wear the halo?" Holly asked, groaning at the idea.

"Well, if you don't, how will people know what you're going as?" asked India.

"Urm, jeez, I don't know. Maybe by looking at the stupid feather wings you're making me wear?!" Retorted Holly.

"You only have to wear the halo and wings for Sara's party. You can take them off after that." replied India, starting to lose her patience.

The doorbell rang at that moment and the girls both jumped a little.

"Well, I guess that's our ride!" exclaimed India excitedly.

Holly sighed as she followed her stepsister down the stairs and followed her out of the door, shrugging on her wings and putting the halo headband on with a look of disgust. They slid into the backseat of Michael's silver SUV as Michael and his brother smiled back at them from the front seats.

"My, my, aren't you girls looking delectable?" he smiled, revealing fake fangs. Michael and his family were the only other family in the village who spoke fluent English. At the sight of his fangs, Holly wondered how many people were going to go dressed as vampires tonight and shook her head with a sigh. The drive to the nearby city was slowed due to the snow but the four teenagers passed the time by singing along to the radio and gossiping about their friends. Holly had been lucky to have spent enough summer and winter holidays there to have become part of their group of friends and she was able to communicate in fairly good Spanish, having picked it up over the years.

Eventually they pulled up to a large townhouse with music blasting from it. Holly sighed, following her friends into the party. The loud music washed over them and they greeted the people they knew with hugs, looking around the large rooms and realising that at least a hundred people must have turned up. The girls had met Sara through India's modelling and so they weren't that close. In fact, the invite to her party had been quite a surprise.

Holly looked around seeing that a lot of people were already fairly drunk. She spotted a few couples making out in corners and went to get herself a drink, unsure of what to do. She wasn't much of a party-goer, preferring to just hang out with a few drinks and a few friends in clubs, where they could sit together and talk. She found a table with assorted alcohol bottles and bottles of mixers on it and wrinkled her nose a little. At least in clubs and bars, the drinks were prepared for you. She poured herself a vodka and coke and picked up her white leather clutch, ready to go find her friends again, just as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She spun round to see a cute guy. He was toned but not bulky and his olive skin shone in the dim flashing lights.

"Urm, hi?" She said, uneasy.

"Hi. I haven't seen you before. Who are you signed with?" he asked in a soft American drawl.

"Signed with?" she replied, confused as she took a sip from her drink. She looked around the room and noticed a lot of girls were in very skimpy skirts and tight corsets and some were just walking around in underwear. She'd overhead one of them saying they had dressed as a Victoria's Secret model. She suddenly felt very out of place and even more uncomfortable.

"Yeah. You know, which agency are you with?" The cute boy clarified.

"Oh right. No, I'm not a model. Can't you tell?" She laughed a little at the idea.

"Oh I just thought since this is Sara's party and practically everyone you see in this room is a model of some sort. I'm Aiden, by the way."

"I'm Holly. And I'm no kind of model. Actually I met Sara through my stepsister. She's the model in the family."

Aiden ran a hand through his messy dark hair as he threw her an understanding smile. He put his arm around her waist as some kind of afterthought and started to pull her back into the crowd before she could protest. He introduced her to a lot of models who seemed to come from all around the world as she shyly sipped her drink and she eventually found a way of excusing herself and finding India.

"Can we get out of here, please?" she pleaded.

"Sure, I know just the place to go." grinned India, with a twinkle in her eye.


A/N: Hey everyone! You might recognise this story as I did have it up before but I took it down to give it a bit of a facelift. Nothing major, just a couple of scenes I wasn't happy with. I am now going to be reuploading them all so hopefully will get as much support from all you lovely readers as I did before. As always, thanks for reading :)