smile spread over his face.
"Did y'all see him?" Rose asked immediately at
the end of the dance session. "Maybe he returned to
the school to get his scarf."
"Not in the daytime." Cinnamon insisted. "He
couldn't risk being seen up there. He'd have no
explanation for it."
"One of us has a real fan," Howard Rockwell
sang as he walked by us. He rolled his eyes and
laughed.
"Stuff it. Howard," Cinnamon called after him. "There's no doubt in my mind that if Howard
found out what we've discovered and planned to do,
he would make more trouble for us." Ice remarked,
glaring after him with eves that looked capable of
drilling a hole through a steel wall.
"Forget about him," Cinnamon said. "We'll
follow our plan tonight."
After we completed the school day, we all went
up to shower and rest before dinner. Tonight, we were
told, we would be enjoying a French meal, and we
would be given a lecture about wines as well.
Madame Senetsky would be at this dinner to observe
us. Laura Fairchild said.
"French food happens to be her favorite," she
added. "Everyone is to be on his or her best behavior
and look presentable."
After I took my shower and lay down to get
some rest. I fell into a deep sleep. I was that exhausted
from tossing and turning, fretting in and out of
nightmares the night before, and now, equally tired from a day of tension as well. Unfortunately. I slept so deeply. I didn't wake even when the others were talking and making noise outside my room. I didn't even hear Cinnamon knocking on my door. I woke