She tried not to look at the marks on his arm. She had seen much the same on her cousins and knew that both boys had made several trips to visit with her father to figure the curse out. Dominique had made herself scarce during those visitations. She didn't need to serve as a distraction, for anyone.
"Thank you." She looked down at her feet when he complemented her. "I'm Daisy from The Great Gatsby," she explained, unsure if it was needed or not. Forcing herself to look up, Dominique gestured behind her. "And I think I saw one of your copycats over there somewhere."
Licking her lips - she really needed a bit of liquid courage right now - she forced herself to smile. "I've been good. Work's been good. I've been doing a lot of reading." Because nothing said pathetic sap like staying in and reading your brother's textbooks when he wasn't looking.
"Look, Dylan, I'm sorry for the way I acted before." The words were spilling from her mouth even before she realized what she was saying. Perhaps she didn't even need a drink after all. "I've been a coward. I should have owled or something. I'm sorry."