Angela clutched the phone to her chest and leaned back against the window. She hadn’t been to a party since before her ability first manifested, all the way back in elementary school. She didn’t know what to wear. She didn’t know how to act. She didn’t know what Genesis’s friends were like—what her ex was like.
Angela was starting to panic. Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking. She glanced down at the phone; it wasn’t too late to call it off.
“No,” she said aloud and tossed the phone onto her desk.
She closed her eyes and steadied herself.
“First things first,” she said, heading to the bedroom.
She found a white dress with a pink floral pattern in her closet that her mother had sent her as a gift a few years ago. Angela had never actually worn it. She tried it on in front of her bathroom mirror.
It wasn’t too bad. It had a modest neckline and the pleated skirt extended past her knees. It had pockets, too, so she wouldn’t have to worry about finding a purse. She wondered what Genesis would think of it.
She still had several hours to kill, so she returned to the living room and turned on her computer. She logged into Akkraemyth and spent the rest of the day battling monsters with her guild.
At quarter to eight, Angela received a message from Genesis indicating she was on her way. Angela laced up a pair of white sneakers—her only piece of footwear that came close to matching the dress—and gave herself a last minute inspection in the mirror.
Her hair was a mess; a frizzy strawberry-blond mop that fell unevenly over her shoulders. She pulled it back into a ponytail and turned her head this way and that. A bit better. Finally, she took a deep breath and headed downstairs.
Genesis pulled up to the curb a few minutes later. She climbed out of the car and leaned her elbows against the roof. As Angela stepped onto the sidewalk, Genesis brought her fingers to her lips and whistled. Angela blushed.
“Shut up,” she said, and sank into the passenger seat.