Chapter Seventeen – Nuit Blanche
I tried not to mess with my hair, but I just knew it was sneaking out of place.
Despite my persistence, the back of my head would undoubtedly look how always does: like I’d spent about half an hour rubbing it with a balloon.
The hall was set up with tables and chairs, but mostly everyone was standing, conversing and nursing plastic cups of soft drink. I noted a podium and a projection screen; doubtless there would be speeches at some point, and probably a photo montage or commemorative video (the kind that was made by the most outgoing and extracurricular students, and whatever footage they’d pieced together was guaranteed to feature only themselves).
Behind me, I heard Xeeva mention Farrere.
‘What?’ I turned to her.
‘I was just saying I bet Farrere would think this was the tackiest thing since...’ she grinned, searching for an example.
‘Black layered under lighter neutrals or colours?’