NORMALLY, APHRODITE WOULD HATE THIS KIND OF THING. She liked to think herself above excitement for such childish things like a carnival, but as soon as she learned both greaserās and socs would be back allowed her disposition instantly changed. If not for her own interest in stringing guys along all night, it piqued her curiosity to see if things would be different from last year.
so there she sat, alone, at a table with her own milkshake from a nearby vendor. āDite was terribly good at forcing herself to look forlorn. She glanced upwards through her eyelashes and batted her eyes at the passerby, ācare to join me?ā the blonde asked. If all didnāt go as planned at least maybe, she could make a new friend. Regardless, she had to keep off of Heraās radar, she was sure her older sister would find something to disapprove where she around.
