Due to (in my standards) high demands, I have continued the story. To be quite honest, it was meant to be a one-shot. But the people get what the people want. Note about this chapter: It's VERY VERY VERY short. I have the third chapter written and I will upload it tomorrow. Promise. :-)
"What are you guys wearing for the masquerade dance tomorrow night at the country club tomorrow?" Spencer Hastings asked her three other friends as they walked near the park across from the police station.
As the girls gushed over their dress ideas and mask choices, Hanna's gaze wandered over to the police car that sat in the parking lot. The vivid memory of Darren and her sharing a kiss glazed over her thoughts. Ever since that night, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. She knew it was wrong, especially since he had a recent fling with her mom and he was much older than her. Hanna reasoned with herself optimistically. He wasn't really that much older, and he was definitely a lot older than her mother. She bit her lip dubiously. Who was she really kidding? She would never have a chance with him. She was just some vulnerable, little girl who wanted her daddy and to be liked. He was a man, someone who had experience. He wouldn't waste his time with someone like her. Hanna's stomach instantly churned as she dug her fingernails into her skin, pressing harder with each thought.
"Han, are you okay? Usually, you would be criticizing Emily's fabric choice by now," Aria teased with a joking smile.
"I'm fine!" Her lips curled up in a wide smile. "I have no problems with her dress fabric this year. With my wise fashion advice and her willing to actually listen this year, she had matured into someone who knows what to wear. Most of the time." Her shoulder rose up as she tilted her head, giving a coquettish smile. She checked her phone, noticing the time. "God! I have to go. I'll see you guys later and we'll talk dresses again." As the three friends chorused their goodbyes, Hanna made her way back to the park where her car was parked, eyes still focused on the detective's car.