To The Dance
Aria flapped the collar to the dress shirt she was wearing in an effort to feel less stifled. She wasn’t sure *why* she was feeling that way, the apartment heat wasn’t turned up too high and she actually had the shirt unbutton quite a bit. It could be nerves but she didn’t want to admit that to herself. Especially since that meant someone *else* would probably pick up on that too.
“What’s the matter Aria? Afraid you got stood up for the dance?” Adagio’s teasing voice called out from her bed.
Aria turned to glare at her from her position on the couch.
“No I’m just anxious to get away from *you* for the night!” she snapped back at her curly haired sister.
“Uh huh,” Adagio mused without looking up from her phone.
The purple girl let out a huff as she turned back around and crossed her arms over her chest. For not the first time in the last few week