Book 1 in the Adoration Series
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Adeline Dubois is drowning. Fast.
She has tried to keep her head above the water, but every time she was able to get the smallest bit of air, she was dragged back under by the waves.
A familiar face from her...
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Standing outside of the three-storey house slowly being filled with Nevaeh and Davina feels like déjà vu. We were like this almost two months ago in our tiny outfits, impatiently waiting for the boys to arrive so we could get into the warmth of the house.
Everything is different now. So much has happened within these last weeks. It almost scares me when I think about the amount that's changed in this short amount of time, for better and for worse.
In this moment, almost everything is different from the last party we went to. We aren't at the same house we were at a few weeks ago. This one is so much bigger. Of course, it's not comparable to Davina's mansion, but it's larger than average. The person living here is also not from our school; according to Nevaeh, a friend of hers from her ballet class knows the girl hosting the party and she's welcoming as many people as she can. That sounds like a recipe for disaster, but I've been needing a night to let loose and forget about the current mess my father is.
Another difference is our outfits; we're all dressed in ways to represent the different sides of Halloween. Nevaeh is embracing the sluttier side of the costumes, her playboy outfit matching at least another three girls I've seen walk by, but she looks much better than them, in my opinion. She was complaining about how her costume shows too much of her ass, so Davina lent her her fishnets to make her feel a bit better. That obviously didn't do much to cover her up. Her black braids allow the head ban of the bunny ears to blend in with the darkness, making it look like they're coming out of nowhere.
Davina is the best dressed of us all. When we were at her house, she hid away in her bathroom for almost three hours so the two of us wouldn't see what she's dressing up as. The wait was worth it; her face was covered in a shade of light blue when she walked into her room, getting darker around her eyes and cheekbones. The blue even made its way down to her chest, stopping before it reached her elbows. It gave her a skeletal look, and what pulled the look together was the dark blue wig on her head with a white veil. I have never seen anyone do the makeup of the corpse bride as well as she did. Her white corset and matching mini skirt shows off her incredible figure from surfing. The white garter on her right thigh draws a lot of attention to legs. God, I'd kill for legs like hers.
My Freddy Krueger costume is one I haven't seen anyone else wear tonight yet. The black hat is frustrating to wear, but I've managed to resist the urge to rip it off and throw it away. Davina's adjustment to my cropped black and red sweater was better than I thought it would be. It's right by my cleavage, so I had to wear a push up bra so that my breasts were actually somewhat visible. Despite the black mini skirt I'm wearing, my legs are mostly protected from the cold by the black thigh high heels I have on.
I may be biased, but I think the three of us are the hottest girls here.
"Okay, fuck them," Nevaeh says, grabbing mine and Davina's wrists. She begins to walk up the driveway, dragging the two of us along. "I am not waiting in the cold for them again."
