
There was something that kept pushing her closer to Giselle, no matter how hard she craved to be free of her. Giselle was fun. Giselle was at every party and club nobody invited her to, but everyone expected her to show up. Giselle was skilled with her hands, mouth, and brain. For Giselle, every place was open and welcoming; she commanded every room, she fit in and stood out at once. Aeri was Aeri, nothing more.