Glass turns golden
When Jewel touched the shoes, they turned
to gold.
“Wow,” Huck said. He and Ruby were standing
at the door, masks in hand.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“Jacinta told us where you were.”
“We’re incognito,” Ruby laughed, a normal
non-alcoholic cocktail in hand.
“I’m so glad you both came.”
“Could your stepmother be any more wicked?
She nearly threw us out on the pavement until she realized Ruby’s dad owns a
company.”
“She has issues,” Jewel said.
“By the way,” Ruby said, “your step siblings
are wearing your clothes and Vanity is monopolizing Marco.”
“Huh?”
“I told you not to tell her. It would freak
her out.” Huck turned to Jewel, “Oh well, I suppose someone’s got to spill the
beans: turns out Marco is seriously rich and powerful. Everyone says there’s a prince
hiding out at the school. The Maserati was probably a giveaway. His family own
a whole island, apparently. Vanity told everyone they’re a couple.”
“Oh, are you serious?” Jewel asked.
“Don’t get excited, Vanity got her hooks in
the moment he arrived. They’ve been dancing together...” Ruby added.
“This might be the moment to make an
entrance.”
Atop Jewel’s head, Huck placed a bright,
delicate diamante tiara.
“It’s what everyone’s wearing in the clubs,”
Huck said.
Jewel’s blonde curls had been ironed
straight making her look almost like another person. The friends were also disguised
in designer clothes and masks, just in case the Minchin’s decided to unleash
their wildest freak show – vamp magic had only ever been whispered about at
Venice Beach Hall.
“On with the camouflage,” Ruby said.
“Let’s go darlings,” Huck added. “The minute your step-nightmare sees us
she’ll wonder who the awesome socialites are.”
