Chapter 19: Dominique, Lysander and Lily
Coffee flavour: fiesta fudge
Extra prompts: supernova, bejewel
Fudge, thought Lysander, barely restraining himself from stamping his foot. Fudge, fudge, fudge! Why did he always do this? He didn't know why he was such a masochist sometimes.
Well, actually, that was a lie. He did know, at least this time he did. Lily had just looked so beautiful, twirling and swirling in her bejewelled gown. He had found himself walking over to her before he realised he had moved an inch. But he should have known that it wasn't a good idea. Lily was always so bright, so bubbly, she just put him in a fiesta mood; and then he'd made the mistake of dancing far more enthusiastically with Lily than he had with Dominique (who was, after all, his date to this freaking fiesta).
And now Dominique was glaring at him across the room, looking just about ready to go absolutely supernova. Lily burned like the stars in the sky, tiny pinpricks of light a million million miles away; but Dominique could outshine the sun. He knew she was ready to blow, pulling everything towards her blackhole and obliterating it; but he also knew that tomorrow was a new day, with a shiny new sun in his sky.
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