Chapter Forty Eight

"Um… is there something on my face or something?" I stammered nervously.

"No…" Dan trailed off with a somewhat breathy voice. "It's just, it was a little unexpected."

"What was?" I frowned, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Your smile." Drew said, surprise still gleaming in his eyes.

"What about it? I've smiled before." I commented a little defensively to hide my own embarrassment.

"But not like that." Dan shook his head. "And if you have, we've definitely never seen it."

"Even if I haven't, was there really a need to stare like that?"

"I wish we had a camera. Jackson and Quinn are going to be so jealous."

"A camera? Really? Is that necessary." I grimaced at the suggestion. It wasn't like I held an immense hatred of having my picture taken, after all, I've had to deal with it over the past year or so as a singer, but during my everyday life, I wasn't particularly fond of cameras. "Anyway, you guys forgot to answer my question. Is Trace going to the dinner as well?"

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