GENRE: Ya Fantasy
Trapped. There’s no going back now, Christopher thought as he eyed the room with mounting unease. Frilly, poofed dresses and ornate hairdos filled the space as far as the eye could see.
“Oh, isn’t it wonderful!” Christine tugged on his arm, beside herself with joy. “I’m so glad we came. Papa, aren’t you glad we came?”
“Mph.” Richard, Christine’s father, shrugged his stocky shoulders.
“Mph is right,” Christopher said with a roll of his eyes.
So many girls. Everything in his being wanted to flee, but manners dictated he smile warmly at all who passed.
“Don’t be such a grump. We’re here to have fun.” She pinched his arm. “You included! You’re such a scaredy cat.”
“I’m not afraid.” Christopher drew up to his full height and lifted his chin, his smile broadening as he glanced down at Christine. “A woman is not a thing to be feared.”
“Says the man who avoids them like the plague. Did you forget that I’m a woman?”
“Only four years younger than you.” She smiled, her dark eyes alight. “Please try to have fun tonight. Don’t just stand in the corner. Dance with someone. You can dance with Vanessa!”
“Vanessa is just as bad as…” Something caught his eye. A cat sat on a nearby windowsill watching him intently.
“As bad as what?” Christine asked, but Christopher hardly heard her, his eyes fixed on the cat.
One corner of the feline’s mouth twisted up.
Do cats smile?