Page 55 of Brides and Brothers
Benson grinned, grabbed Daisha’s hand, and spontaneously twirled her. She whooped and giggled. Camille smiled, despite the dizziness that spun inside her head from the motion of standing up. “You’ll have to perform this for Aiden when he gets back. I need to get it on video.”
Daisha rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about the video part. But, seriously, I would pay to dance like that again. You guys are awesome!”
Camille gave her a wan smile.
“Are you all right?” Benson asked Camille, suddenly concerned.
“Actually, I’m going to sneak off and go to bed. I thought I should let someone know. I guess I’m technically the hostess, but since no one knows me besides you guys, I thought it would be okay.”
“Let me walk you back. You look like you could faint.” Benson took her arm.
Daisha took her other arm. “You are pale. I’d better come too.”
“I’m fine,” Camille insisted. “I might have a flu bug for all we know, and you could be its next victim.”
Benson and Daisha didn’t seem to hear her. The chilly October air nipped at their skin as they walked into the night toward the house. Clouds covered the stars, and Camille predicted snow in the near future. She thanked Benson and Daisha and made a quick retreat to her room. She faintly heard Benson say something about grabbing a blanket to keep them warm on the walk back. Camille smiled as she shut her door. Whether Daisha liked it or not, a friendship was blooming between her and Benson.
After hastily pulling off her witch costume, she slid into her pink flannel pajamas. She didn’t bother with her nightly facial regimen; it was all she could do to pull back the covers before sleep overcame her.
