Ansel paced the shining hardwood floor of the Library impatiently.

The girls had dragged Annabelle to Hampshire, a town nearly an hour outside of Bramshott apparently it was the only decent place to get clothes in the surrounding area, because heaven knew that Bramshott didn't carry anything but the preppie stuff everyone seemed to be wearing there and they'd been up in Sofia's room primping' Annabelle ever since.

Ansel had to admit to himself that he was nervous. Things had been progressing between him and Annabelle, though he highly doubted that she actually knew it. Her mind didn't work the same way that other girls' did. She didn't think in...