Seleste- Poetry at Jazzy's

I made it through the day without breaking down or letting Tamaska do what she really wanted to do to Trevor and Shana. I probably shouldn’t be mad at Shana; she may not even know that I am Trevor’s mate. I have noticed her looking at me throughout the day as I glared at the two of them, but then again, all nine of us have been glaring at them, so it may not be easy for her to guess who his true mate is. I choose not to worry about that now. I’m just counting down the hours before we get to hang out, drink a little, and enjoy a night of poetry and jazz.

I meet up with the girls before we all go to our individual homes. The anticipation of getting out and away from the craziness has made my day go by faster and easier.

“Hey guys, are we still on for Jazzy’s tonight?” I ask.

 Yes, I need to wind down. It’s been a while since we have been there. I wonder who will share their vibes tonight.” Rose says.

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