"No one won," says Laurel flatly, before giggling again. "We all lost." In truth, she'd wandered away before everyone was finished, but she'd seen enough people start to get sick to say this with some certainty.
She winds her arm through Issy's without thinking much about it, turning out toward the darkness beyond the balcony railing. The little anecdote about the Ogletree twins is cute -- even she sometimes looks at them and wonders what it's like to be that close, even though she and Ivy have twinnish quirks to spare.
And then Issy says something about a stranger, and Laurel stiffens slightly, even though the whole point of a Masquerade is not knowing who someone is. The girl could be talking about literally everyone and anyone, not just... The strange boy.
"What kind of mask?" she asks, though. "Do you remember?"
Laurel & Isabelle
She winds her arm through Issy's without thinking much about it, turning out toward the darkness beyond the balcony railing. The little anecdote about the Ogletree twins is cute -- even she sometimes looks at them and wonders what it's like to be that close, even though she and Ivy have twinnish quirks to spare.
And then Issy says something about a stranger, and Laurel stiffens slightly, even though the whole point of a Masquerade is not knowing who someone is. The girl could be talking about literally everyone and anyone, not just... The strange boy.
"What kind of mask?" she asks, though. "Do you remember?"