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Gotta paint my nails, put my high heels on It’s Saturday and I won’t be long

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     The one thing everyone had noticed about Qitarah when Azure first introduced her, was that the girl always kept her eyes on the ground. Sure, she’d smiled and looked at them when they made their introductions but whenever there was a lull in conversation, or if Qitarah was off by herself, her gaze would, without fail, find its way to the floor. It wasn’t meant to be rude, she even did so at school. The only problem was that with her eyes trained on the wood floor, she didn’t notice anything else around her.

     Sort of like now.

     She had crept out of Azure’s room just as Wren reached the bottom of the steps and was now slowly making her way towards the kitchen. Wren leaned against the railing watching her with amusement. She really shouldn’t have been surprised since Nova had snuck Aiden in sometime last night. Why wouldn’t Azure do the same?

     Wren shifted slightly and placed a hand over her mouth. It had been at least twenty seconds and Qitarah had yet to notice her. She coughed quietly into her hand causing Qitarah to practically jump out of her skin. The younger girl immediately placed her hands behind her back and smiled nervously, her eyes darting around the room trying to find something to stare at.

     “Good morning,” Wren smiled knowingly.

     “Um...yeah. I was just- we were- well, we weren’t- we didn’t-” Her eyes were bouncing all over the room while her hands nervously fidgeted with each other. The poor girl was probably going to give herself a heart attack.

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    “As much as I appreciate the romantic-ness of the moment and stuff, it’s a little nauseating watching your sisters practically making out on the dance floor,” Rhys sighed leaning back in his chair.

    “First of all, phrasing. Second, it’s a wedding, Rhys, let them have fun,” Wren shrugged, looking over at her sisters with a soft smile. Nova had been so nervous about bringing Aiden, Wren was sure her sister would give herself a heart attack and Azure had only just worked up the courage to bring Qitarah around the family. For the first time in weeks both of them seemed happy and far be it from her to let anything ruin their nights. A small hum came from Sienna as she leaned on the table, a predatory smirk growing across her face. Rhys rolled his eyes almost instantly. Nothing good ever came from that look.

    “It kind of begs the question though,” Sienna purred, “why aren’t you and Christy out there dancing with them? Two left feet?” Christy immediately snorted and quickly covered her mouth to poorly conceal her smile. Rhys scoffed and found something of interest off to the side of the dance floor. “Sounds like someone can’t dance,” Sienna sang.

    “Not to save his life,” Christy giggled behind her hand. “My parents threw this party two weeks ago and Rhys-”

    “Oh, come on! You said you weren’t gonna tell them,” Rhys ran a desperate hand through his hair. Christy gave him a sympathetic smile in return but Wren and Sienna held nothing except mischief in their eyes.

    “No please, continue your story.”

    “Yes, I would love to hear alllll about it.”

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Thursday midday~

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Wednesday night~

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Tuesday evening~

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Monday afternoon~

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    “I’m about to make breakfast, if you two are hungry.” Qitarah stopped her stuttering as her eyes slowly fell to the floor and she gave a quick nod. "Qitarah?” The girl looked up, her face slowly turning the as pink as the walls. “Aiden’s upstairs in Nova’s room. Don’t worry about it.” Wren winked when Qitarah glanced up at her and the gesture seemed to relax her a bit. 

     “Thanks, Wren.” Her eyes stayed glued to the ground but there was a small smile on her face as she turned around and went back to Azure’s room. Wren casually waved it off, waiting until the door clicked shut before shaking her head.

     She felt an overwhelming sense of gratefulness that Parker wasn’t dating anyone.