"Are you sure the ticket doesn't allow more than one person?" Chelsea asked for the hundredth time, watching as Gianna admired herself in the mirror.
Beside her on the bed was Areso, who would have loved to attend the auction—not because she was particularly into such events, but because the first invitation had come from Sabrina.
That alone meant something was wrong.
And it made them wish they could go with their friend, in case she needed their presence. But Gianna had held out on telling them until the time for getting a ticket was closed.
She'd said it wasn't intentional… but one could never be sure with their mysterious friend. Areso mused, pouting.
Gianna, catching her expression through the mirror, laughed softly. "You both should stop fussing. I will be fine."
Chelsea rolled her eyes. "And your mysterious date? What if it's an enemy? Or even Sabrina herself… the girl can be wacko. She could have done that just to taunt you."
