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[What will you see when you enter the gym? There are lots of silvery decorations, strings of icicle lights and the like. The refreshments table even has an ice swan! And there is a silver throne for the Snow Queen.]



I sit back in my car. It is about 10 minutes past seven; a few people have already arrived, trickling in taffeta gobs into the gym. I don't like to be too early to things; it smacks of desperation. Besides, I am waiting for Tez. I wonder if he likes his suit. Overcome, perhaps, by an uncharacteristic set of nerves, I hung it up in his locker yesterday. It's Dior, although I cut the label out since I imagine it might make him feel uncomfortable to know where it came from... I have only worn it once - it is a little indie for my tastes - but I like the thought of the same cloth I've worn sliding across his skin...

I uncross and recross my legs at the thought. It is a more pleasant feeling than being nervous. I really should not be; Tez is coming here with me, after all. But there's Syl to contend with... At least I look fantastic. I like to think I have impeccable taste, and tonight I have put on a beautiful Armani suit. Very cutting edge in silhouette, and I may be being controversial by not wearing a tie - but it looks good, and I know a great deal more about style than pretty much anyone at the school, excepting perhaps Lily.

I sigh, fiddling with the radio. Tez and I have not really discussed what I said to him last week... I'm not sure if it will come up tonight. At least no one has tried to beat me up after the cafeteria kissing incident - perhaps Reed really can do her job - but there has been a whole string of abusive remarks made in my general direction. I don't much care what anyone thinks, but it does get wearying...