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16 August 2014 @ 12:05 pm
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  • Sat, 01:25: Emily was afraid she wasn't going to make it to the ball as her godmother fussed over so many garbled spells. "Eye of newt #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:26: and toe of frog? No, that's not it. Fur of bat and--something of dog? Snakes and snails and puppy-dogs' tails? Why do I keep #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:27: thinking of dogs? I wish I could remember where I left the recipe book." At last Emily was dressed: a creamy white spider- #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:29: silk shirt open at the neck, hip-hugging lizard-skin pants and flawless diamonds glinting at neck and ears. Her hair was #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:30: washed in pure rainwater, cropped short to show off copper and bronze highlights. The only accessory that didn't match was #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:31: the shoes, clear glass slides with kitten heels. "You mustn't be taller than he is," her godmother said. "Men don't like it."#AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:32: "Can't I have some black leather ankle boots?" Emily asked. "They'd go better." "No, dear," her godmother said. "It's the #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:33: rules. You'd never slip out of a boot. I could trim them with squirrel fur again if you like." Emily heard the town crier #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:34: calling ten o'clock. "There's no time. Thank you, Godmother." She ran out to the waiting stretch limo, purple-black finish #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:35: with palest green interior, and the surly rat driver sped off. "Don't forget," the witch called after her. #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:35: "Not a minute past midnight." #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:36: It struck Emily as she made her entrance that she was the only girl in pants. She hadn't questioned her godmother at the #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:37: time--the clothes felt so natural. Now here she was, the lone butch in a roomful of busty, curvaceous, wide-hipped femmes, #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:38: their long hair shaped into elaborate coiffures or hanging down in shimmering waves. She saw Adrienne and Sylvia and made an #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:39: about-face, but not quickly enough. "I'm free for the next dance," Adrienne said, standing in her path and simpering. Emily #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:41: Emily shook her head. "Oh, come on," Sylvia said. "You're a good-looking fella. The Prince is only going to pick one girl. #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:41: The rest of us might as well have some fun." Emily was tempted to dance with Adrienne, but didn't dare risk exposure. #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:42: "I beg your pardon, ladies," she said, "but I am engaged for this dance. Perhaps the next one." She bowed and headed toward #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:44: the front of the room. "What lovely manners," Adrienne said. Sylvia spat. "Just once," she said, #AtSecondGlance
  • Sat, 01:44: "I'd like to meet a man who can do more than talk." #AtSecondGlance
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