Thinking of the engadgement.

"Dressy much?" Danica asked as she climbed the stairs up to the tower.

She folded her arms when she got to the top, her turquoise hair swaying. "This is a school, not a cocktail party." She smirked, as she was wearing a pair of jeans, old and frayed, and a light pink sweatshirt.

She examined a nail on her right hand. The orange polish was chipped all over, barely any was left. She picked the last spot off, watching the purple flecks float to the ground, spots of color on the dark stone floor.

"...right." Danica stared at this weird girl. Was she kidding?

"When in thought," she continued, "you like to dress up. So, if you suddenly decided to start thinking, you have to run back to your room and put on a dress? How many times a week does that happen? Actually using your brain, I mean."

Danica rolled her eyes. Who dresses up for dates? she thought, but decided not to say it out loud.

"So why are you up here?"

Danica rolled her eyes. Again.

"Going for the dramatic effect, huh?" she asked pleasantly. "Ah. Well, I'm not going to inquire as to what these 'second thoughts' were about, because you obviously have left holes and given no background information to this subject for a reason."

((Do you mean 'proposed?'))

"Are you serious?" Danica asked, clearly surprised. "And let me guess, you said yes..."

"You can't be much older than me, and I'm 14! Are you seriously going to get married?" Good gosh, what went on when Danica wasn't there! And she was marrying a vampire no less. Well, I guess it wouldn't matter if she really liked him... but getting married at her age!