Westly made her way toward Caden. Seeing him alone was different to her, and caused her to get a weird, gut feeling. She walked across the ground gracefully in a skin tight maroon dress. She stopped next to him. Not bothering to look at him, she stared onto the dance floor. There was a group of people, girls only, dancing together. No male interfearing between them. They seemed to be having a great time.

"Alone now are we?" When she said we, she ment just him, but the truth was she was here, and waiting for someone. She was here early though, to see and hear some gossip before she had to talk all, in her terms, romantical.