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 he 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, her father shrugged, frowning.
“Mph is right,” Christopher said with a roll of his eyes.
So many girls. Everything in him wanted to flee, but manners dictated he smile warmly at all who passed. If he’d only succeeded at sneaking his book out of the house, but Christine had snatched it away at first sight.
“Don’t be such a grump. We’re here to have fun. You included! You’re such a scaredy cat.” She pinched his arm and he winced.
“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 two years younger than you.” She smiled, her dark eyes alight as Christopher snorted. “Please try to have fun tonight. Don’t just stand in the corner. Dance with someone. 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?”
One corner of the feline’s mouth twisted up.
Do cats smile?