When The Sun Sets » Places

         While she couldn't fathom why the girl would need to whisper, Samara wouldn't deny that sharing something in hushed tones as when discussing something private was fun, and perhaps there was a surprise she'd reveal to her. Leaning down so she could hear the pretty girl's answer, the young woman was puzzled by the response. Sleeping an awfully long time? How long was awfully long? And even so, what did that have to do with the party?

Now that she glanced about, Samara felt the weight of dozens of eyes on her, and they were firm, watchful gazes. She felt a slight shiver, a spark of uncertainty in her heart. Why did she suddenly feel uneasy? And furthermore, she realized with a start that she didn't recognize a single person at the party. If it was one for her, why didn't she see a single friend or relative among the guests? Little alarm bells began to go off in her mind.

Her attention was seized by the doll-like girl once more, her smile adorable and just as perfect as the rest of her. The outstretched hand was inviting, and Samara gingerly took the hand. "Alright, I guess we shouldn't keep him waiting" she replied, unwilling to admit she had no idea who 'he' was. Why was she so confused?