Ian had picked up Darcy at her cabin a few minutes before the dance started; he was wearing a completely white outfit that looked both classy and ancient, and his skin was spray-painted white, like his hair. You already got it: he was coming as a ghost.
Darcy was a zombie... and a pretty good one.
He bent down to kiss her cheek to greet her and passed one arm around her shoulders softly as he led her to the Dance Floor.
"I didn't know zombies could look so lovely," he charmingly whispered to her.
Darcy was a zombie... and a pretty good one.
He bent down to kiss her cheek to greet her and passed one arm around her shoulders softly as he led her to the Dance Floor.
"I didn't know zombies could look so lovely," he charmingly whispered to her.