Elena & OTA
Elena was not a girly girl by any stretch of the imagination, but she was still rocking the dress that Paige insisted she buy last time they went shopping and her hair was hanging in loose waves.
School dances were not something she had any experience with thanks to being raised in a myriad of foster homes and she was pleasantly anxious about the whole thing. Things seemed to be going well with Chris and she hoped that would continue in spite of her apparently having teenage children from the future at the school.
Her eyes and nose were open, scanning for trouble, as she sipped a glass of too sweet punch.