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to me, sweeping me away from the man.
    I glanced back one last time at the fortune teller before
Daire and I disappeared into the crowd. He was still watching me, his eyes
urging me to heed his warning.
    Daire tugged at my arm, pulling me away.
    ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I said.
    ‘You have to be careful who you tell your business to.’
    ‘How ironic coming from someone who has repeatedly walked
into my life uninvited,’ I said. ‘And are you following me?’
    ‘I . . . I was hoping to see you.’
    ‘So you were following me?’
    He avoided my gaze, and ran his hands through the silky
texture of his hair. ‘I wanted to apologize for my attitude last night. I’d
like to make it up to you. You asked me things and I didn’t answer but —’
    I interrupted him. ‘Sabastien told me a few things I needed
to know.’
    His features hardened like sculpted ice. ‘When?’
    ‘Last night. He came back looking for a ring he’d lost.’
    Daire sneered and laughed. ‘And you believed him?’
    ‘Maybe.’
    He looked distraught. ‘What do I have to do to get through
to you?’
    ‘He answered everything I asked him. And he’s invited me to
dinner.’
    He pulled back from me in disbelief. ‘You told him no, I
trust?’
    I was silent.
    As the truth sunk in, I saw a storm rise up within the
beauty of his pale grey eyes.
    ‘You must be mad. You don’t know anything about him. Do you
even know his full name?’
    He had me pinned to the ropes on that one.
    ‘No. I didn’t think so,’ he said.
    ‘I don’t even know your surname.’
    ‘Grey.’ He looked at me and then said, ‘Don’t have dinner
with Sabastien tonight. He has no honour, no chivalry.’
    The way Daire spoke, the things he said and how he phrased
them was so old fashioned and yet he seemed totally modern. If I could’ve taken
him back with me to London, he’d have been the coolest guy at my school.
    ‘I wish you’d stop being so pushy and let me do what I
want,’ I said.
    His face was beautiful but haunted. ‘Be careful what you
wish for, especially tonight when you’re with Sabastien L’Fae.’ He walked away,
anger burning in his wake.
    My blood was boiling and my nerves were rattled. I stood
there in the street, my stomach churning, not knowing what I wanted.
    It was then that I noticed the window display of the large
department store beside me. The display had changed from yesterday. Now it was
filled with fantasy woodland faeries with purple, blue and green hair, wings
entwined with leaves, and shimmering dresses advertised as being part of a
summer sale. I’d always loved browsing in this store, so hoping this would calm
my senses, I wandered in with no intention of buying anything, especially not a
fairytale dress, no matter how temping a bargain it was.
    A short time later I couldn’t work out what was wrong with
me. I’d succumbed to the sale rail of gorgeous dresses. I liked the misty
purple and blue ones, and then I saw one I’d never have imagined I’d choose.
    It was cocktail length, not too short, not too long, a
flattering style made from silver and grey material.
    The shop assistant encouraged me to try it on, especially as
grey was so flattering to someone with blonde hair. This was true, and although
I still had no intention of buying a dress, I found myself in the changing room
trying it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow! This dress was perfect. It
flattered me in all the right places, but more than that, it made me feel
fantastic.
    I was tempted to buy it, especially as it was a real
bargain, to take back with me to London. No one there would have anything like
this. It was totally unique. When the shop assistant said she could reduce the
cost even further, I couldn’t resist. And so, convincing myself that I was
definitely not buying it to wear for a dinner date with Sabastien, I paid for
it and left the store.
    Sunshine was heating up the day and so I decided to take the
longer route back to