This was her first time being to any sort of dance, so it was quite amazing.

She follows Ash inside. Her face, ever so slightly, gets a little pink around the cheeks.

The rooms other half was a sea of swirling gowns and tuxedos. Couples swayed to the music, some dancing casually with their partners, some so welded together youd need a crowbar to pry them apart.

And then the murmurs began, starting from the table where the Dateless sat, spreading to the dance floor and the corners of the room. People were staring at them, shooting furtive glances over their dates shoulders, heads bent low to whisper to each other. Mr. Delany, Lise's old English teacher, looked up from where he stood guard over the punch bowl and frowned. Breaking away from the table, he strode toward them, squinting through his thick glasses.

Lise sighed softly as he walked towards them.

She doesnt recognize the teacher, but she knows this probably isnt good.

"Excuse me," Mr. Delany said. "Is that...Liseolette Chase?" One of the boys must've glamoured Isiea so she couldn't be seen

" ...Hi. " She said.

She stays silent.

"It is you. I thought so." He gaped at her. "What are you doing here? Your mother told us you were at a boarding school in Maine."

She glances at Ash.