In Your Dreams

Chapter 26

It's the day of the ball. For two weeks, I stayed locked up in Tristan's room. There was no attacks and no sign of Julian since he walked in on me and Tristan. The King was right, no more vampires have tried to kill me since he took them out at their hideout. I also have had no more dreams about Tristan or Eretria, which was strange. Tristan and I spent almost that whole time together. We watched movies and talked. We haven't kissed since that one time, but every time I would look at him, I would imagine grabbing him and crashing my lips against his. Thankfully, he's not a mind reader like Julian.

But, every time I would get close to Tristan, I would think about Julian. I mentally scolded myself for it, but I couldn't get his obnoxiously attractive personality and brown eyes out of my head no matter how hard I tried. My mind and heart were at a constant war.  My heart is telling me to feel guilty, but my mind is telling me I have done nothing wrong because Julian never said he liked me.  I couldn't help but sigh at my conflicting emotions.

"What are you sighing about over there?" Celine's voice came from behind her room divider.

"It's not important," I mumbled.

"If it wasn't important you wouldn't be sighing," Olivia butted in while curling a piece of my hair.

My eyes darted to Olivia and our eyes locked.

She knows. I know she does.

I chewed on my bottom lip. "I'm just kind of nervous about the ball, I guess."

Celine peeked her head out from behind the room divider, causing her dark, curly locks to cover some of her face.

"Are you a bad dancer?"

"What?  No," I immediately responded and looked at her. "I mean, I'm not the greatest, but that's not it."

"Is it my brother?"

She got me there. My heart fluttered at the thought of him, and I didn't respond. I looked down at my feet and pursed my lips. My eyes shifted and caught Olivia's, who stared at me knowingly.

It's not just him though...

"It is!" Celine yelled before going back behind the divider so I only saw her silhouette. "Qu'est ce qu'il a fait? What did he do?"

He didn't do anything. I did...

I paused before answering, "Nothing. He just makes me nervous."

I guess that's not a total lie.

I heard a sound that sounded like someone clearing their throat and looked over at the source. It was Olivia, of course. That simple sound made me feel guilt all over again.

What does she want from me? To choose?

"Yeah, he can be a little intimidating." Celine stepped out into view. "And serious."

Would I be strong enough to choose?

"Wow," is all I managed to say.

Celine was wearing a black and silver ball gown with a split down the middle of the bottom that showed some of her tall, tanned legs as well as a vibrant purple skirt lining the inside. Her diamond necklace dangled perfectly above her sparkly, strapless, v-neckline that extended almost down to her bellybutton. It was one of the most gorgeous dresses I have ever seen. If the ball was going to look half as good as Celine's dress, then it was going to be a magical night.

"What do you think?" Celine spun in a circle causing the ball gown to twirl and expose the purple underside.

"I think Olivia really out did herself this time," I complimented her.