He frowned. “I don't know. Those bodies, they were dead. Even immortal bodies can die if it happens the right way. ”
“Oh. ” My shoulders slumped. I really thought that I had figured it out, thought I could get Lish back. In those last few minutes, it felt like I already had her. And now I'd lost her again.
Lend put his arms around me. “I'm sorry, Evie. ”
I nodded. It had been stupid. Even if there was some way that Lish's body and soul could be put back together, which wasn't likely (and would probably be gross, given how much time had passed), I had no idea how I could get the souls from Vivian, or if it was even possible.
“Still, I think you're right about the meaning of the poem. They're dead but not released, because their souls are stuck. That's something, at least. ”
“For all the good it does us, right?” I sighed. He leaned in to give me a comfort kiss, but I pulled back. “Oh, don't even think about it. Arianna will kill you if you mess up my makeup. ”
He smiled, raising one eyebrow. “I'm fully planning on messing it up before the night's over. ”
“Good luck with that. ” I left his room for mine, more than a little disappointed that my aha moment hadn't actually solved anything. I couldn't help but feel I was failing Lish in a major way, but I didn't know what else I could do. I'd figure out this Vivian thing. Eventually.
At least I had the prom for consolation. Shallow, maybe, but I knew Lish would have wanted this for me. I could see her now, eyes beaming at me in approval. And I could see the tight line that Raquel's lips would form as she looked at the lack of sleevage and hint of cleavage. I could almost hear which sigh she'd use.
If I thought about them anymore I was going to cry, and I was wearing far too much mascara for that. I stared at my dress, touching the material lovingly, blinking back tears. I had dreamed of a prom for so long, I couldn't believe I was going. With a boy I was in love with, no less. I would be as happy as Lish would have wanted me to be.
I wished there were a mirror in the room, but I didn't need one to know how awesome this dress was. I had only stared at myself in it for like half an hour the first time I tried it on. And with the added touch of my high-?heeled, peep-?toe slingbacks in light gold, I was pretty sure there had never been a better prom ensemble in the history of the dance. Rather than jewelry, I rubbed shimmery lotion on my shoulders. I sparkled enough on my own tonight.
Lend knocked. I opened the door, grinning. His reaction was perfect. His jaw dropped, then he just smiled like he couldn't believe his luck. I couldn't, either. Believe my luck, that is, because as hot as Water Boy was all the time, Water Boy in a tux was like ultimate hotness.
“You look amazing. ” He held out his arm. I hooked my hand through his elbow and smiled.
“Likewise,” I said, trying not to laugh I was so happy. “Maybe you should have bought the tux. ” He laughed and we went down the stairs to where his dad and Arianna were waiting with cameras. After about a million pictures (and I didn't complain, I wanted proof, lots and lots of proof, of tonight), we went to the waiting limo.
The driver held the door open for us. I stopped, squeezing Lend's arm. “You do know the driver is a troll, right?” I whispered, nervous.
He laughed. “Yeah, we know. Good family friend. ”
We climbed into the back, the first ones to be picked up. After a few
more stops to pick up John and Carlee (who smiled at me and complimented my dress), we drove to a small restaurant for dinner. The lights were dim and intimate, the decor elegant. We sat against a windowed wall, and I was glad--the plush bench seat meant I could snuggle in right next to Lend.
Then we drove to the high school. John complained loudly about how ghetto it was to have the prom at the school, but I didn't care. Prom was prom. And there I was, at a prom, at a normal, wonderful prom, with my mostly normal, totally wonderful boyfriend. I felt like I was glowing I was so happy.
We went into the gym, which was decorated with twinkling lights and gazebos, and I realized I really was glowing. In the dim lights my arm was like a flashlight. I glanced down at my chest and immediately regretted the neckline I had chosen. If my arm was like a flashlight, my heart was like a miniature sun. I put my hand over it and looked around, panicked, until I realized that no one else could see it.
“Wanna dance?” Lend asked, leading me out into the middle of the floor. Trying to ignore my glowing wrist as he put my arms behind his neck and pulled me in close, I smiled. It was some cheesy ballad, but I didn't care as long as it was a slow song. “So, prom. ” He grinned at me as we slowly moved back and forth. “You like it?”
I beamed. “Better than Easton Heights. ”
Chapter Thirty-Six
PARTY CRASHER
I already knew I was a disastrous dancer, thanks to the iPod ankle-?spraining fiasco, but Lend and I threw caution and self-?consciousness to the wind, flailing around in the middle of the floor with everyone else.
Lend pulled me out for more pictures. “Let's just do a classic pose, okay?” he asked as we waited for the couple's picture.
I shrugged. I didn't know what he meant, and I didn't care as long as we got the photos. Like I said, I wanted proof. We stood next to each other, his arms around my waist. Then, right when the picture was about to be taken, Lend dipped me, putting one hand behind my head and kissing me full on the lips. I was so surprised I would've fallen over if he hadn't been holding me so tightly. As soon as the flash went off he pulled me back up.
“You dork!” I smacked him in the shoulder, laughing. “That's going to be the weirdest picture ever. ”
“Told you I was going to mess up your makeup,” he said, a smug grin on his face.
“Yeah, speaking of which, now I have to go to the bathroom and reapply my lipstick. ” I reached out and ran my thumb along his bottom lip. “It's a good shade for you, though. ”