So, running out of ideas here...remember that challenged I proposed to you in the other chapter? Review and give me an idea/item/place that you would like in my next drabble/one-shot. Please please please please please! Otherwise, you'll have to content yourself with waiting a week...or two...or THREE, even, before I come up with another idea. :'(
I've never liked fancy parties. Something about squeezing myself into a dress, cramming my feet into high heels, and applying makeup completely deters me from fancy occasions of any kind.
In this case, however, it's not like I had a choice. So there I stood at the top of the staircase, my hair flowing down to my shoulders and my gown sweeping the floor. It was a deep emerald color, and – so help me – strapless. Let's just say I've had a few unpleasant experiences in the department of strapless items.
Liz and Bex stood on either side of me. Liz looked cute, while Bex looked stunning. I probably just looked out of place.
"Remind me why we're doing this?" I whispered, gritting my teeth. Bex kept an iron grip on my arm to ensure I didn't bolt back to our room.
"Your mom's having this gala to impress the sponsors into donating more money to Gallagher so we can expand the curriculum," Liz reminded me.
"Don't forget that the people here are also spies," Bex added.
"Essentially, our job is to be charming and encourage funding," Liz continued. It sounded like she was quoting directly from a pamphlet or something. I sighed.
"Let's do this."
Two hours and fifty olives later, I still hadn't been asked to dance. Which was good. In fact, though there was music, not a lot of dancing was going on. The adults socialized while sipping from dainty cocktail glasses. My mom darted from group to group, laughing at all the right moments and greeting old friends.
"Ah, Cameron Morgan, Headmistress Morgan's daughter, I presume?" A man with a thick mustache approached me. Hurriedly I matched his face with a name I'd heard called out earlier, when someone else had addressed him.
"Mr. Guredon, it's pleasure to meet you. You can call me Cammie," I extended a hand, and he grasped it firmly, giving me a hearty shake.
"Excellent! How did you know my name, dear, without me introducing myself?" I flashed him what I hoped was a charming smile.
"Spy," I said, pointing to myself. Mr. Guredon chuckled.
"Hey, Gallagher Girl, that's my line." I dropped Mr. Guredon's hand and whirled around, astonished.
"Zach?"