Chapter 8
It was 6:51, and Jasmine was sitting on the circular marble staircase, tapping her foot until she realized that it echoed throughout the entire lower level. So she stopped. Then she shifted her long, green broomstick pleated skirt. Then she twisted and untwisted the straps of her black tanktop until the wouldn't dare to move anymore. Then she pulled her thick hair up into a knot. Then she remembered that she had worn it down because Aladdin—no, no, Alan—had liked it. Then the doorbell rang.
Jasmine leapt off of the stairs and almost ran the 38 footsteps to the front door, casting a cursory glance into the ornate gold mirror on the wall. She flung herself against the door and peered through the tiny peephole in the door.
It was the UPS man.
A/N: So, contrary to popular belief, I have not dropped off the face of the earth... It's been finals and all the ick that surrounds them. Hopefully this is enough to tide my lovely readers over until I can post a proper chapter over the weekend! Kisses to all and happy belated Turkey Day!