Searching

~Imogene~

I’m actually nervous, like seriously. This party has me a bit shaky, and I’m not sure why. All of this is a means to an end, yet I feel as if I’m doing this for real. Maybe it’s the fact that there will be a lot of people here. Perhaps it’s me being worried that I’m stepping into something that I won’t be able to step out of later.

I smooth out the skirt of my bright red dress. It’s sleeveless with a slit on both sides that goes up to my hips. I keep my hair down and minimal makeup. I really don’t need to do much; actually, I could wear a potato sack, and things would be fine. There’s usually a spell for anything, and I sometimes like to dabble.

I reach the bottom of the stairs, where Paul awaits me. I have to say that this spell has taken a real toll on him. I had to employ a glamour spell so people wouldn’t be able to see how worn out he really is. We won’t have to keep this up much longer with any luck. I’m putting my pieces into position to get what I want to live how