House to get ready for the benefit ball, because it was awkward changing and swinging their arms around in the sheeted Kingdom of Cots. Alex would be accompanying Vienna, but Sid wasn’t off the hook: He’d be escorting a deb whose date had left Glenarvon in the wake of withdrawals.
In the drawing room they chose for getting changed, a massive mirror hung from wires, threatening to fall and crush them like vested insects. Alex worked on his tie and looked into the mirror at Sid, who had finished his.
“You look like Dracula,” Alex said. “A red-haired Dracula.”
Sid laughed. “First, Dracula bore no reflection.” He fiddled with his own tie. “Second, the whole opera attire thing was a detail that was added in the play.”
Alex tore his tie off, starting again, coming closer to the giant mirror. “Why’s that?”
“Because it looks cool,” Paul said. “Good lord, mate, let me before you ruin it.” Paul grabbed Alex’s tie, curving the fabric up and about in an incomprehensible flurry. He turned Alex back around to face the mirror. “See?”
The finishing piece was something that had been delivered to Alex that morning, a gift from his father, which arrived with the rented tuxedos from Secheron. It was a silver lapel pin, with a discreet VH inlaid. A note inside said simply, Love, Dad.
Alex swiveled the pin until he was satisfied it was straight. The three boys stood there in front of the mirror, suddenly nervous.
“I feel like The Three Tenors here,” Alex said.
“Yeah, this is kinda sad.” Sid nodded. “Let’s go.”
They walked over to the library, where before the crackling fire stood Minhi, Vienna, and a girl Alex immediately recognized as the yodeler from the first Pumpkin Show, and, though he wasn’t totally positive, one of the girls from the woods. She was a junior deb as well and had persuaded Sid to be her escort through tenacious force of will.
Minhi was wearing a blue evening gown that wrapped in a way suggesting an Indian sari. Alex nearly gasped aloud and had to stop himself, feeling his eyes widen. He saw Paul almost stagger when he saw how glamorous she looked.
Vienna was not so dramatically transformed; she had gone from elegant casual to elegant evening, wearing black that went all the way up to her neck, with the green scarf blazing as always.
They seemed absurdly gorgeous and grown-up, and Alex felt strange and unformed in comparison. It occurred to him at that moment that the men wear black and white because they are essentially intended to be invisible next to the women in the gowns.
“Oh my God,” said Minhi, laughing as she beheld the boys. “You look like The Three Tenors.”
Alex threw up his hands. “Thank you, that is totally what I . . .”
“I think you look marvelous,” said Vienna, moving forward to touch and peer at Alex’s tie. “That’s a fantastic knot.”
“Thank you. Or thank Paul; he did the knot, you know. I will stop talking now.” Alex looked at the girl next to Minhi. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name. . . .”
“Ilsa Applebaum,” she said.
Sid said, “Ilsa’s dad is, like, the minister of finance for Germany or something.”
“Or something?” Ilsa smirked. “Deputy Minister of Finance, Banking Regulation.”
Sid turned. “And yet she wants me to be her escort.”
“That is truly something,” Paul said.
Out of the doors of New Aubrey, the procession of six reached the courtyard. Alex saw others heading to the gate and its line of waiting limos as the sun dropped over the trees and the lake.
Vienna walked close to him, and Alex heard her murmuring something in Spanish.
“What’s that?” he asked, curious.
“Just a little song my brother used to sing,” she said.
“Ours is the Lincoln,” Minhi said, as they began to mix with the other couples walking through the gate. She pointed down a long line of vehicles and Alex saw a stretch town car about four cars down. They headed toward it. Alex’s phone buzzed. He stopped and took it out. Vienna stopped, too.
“What is it?”
“Text.” The caller ID showed up as POLI HQ. That was new; usually it came in as FHOUSE. But whatever. Alex opened it impatiently,
NEEDED NOW. VAN COMING FOR YOU. BACK GATE.
Panicked, Alex looked at the others, who had paused as well.
Paul was eyeing him with concern. “Oh, bloody hell.”
“I . . .” Alex slumped. You’ve got to be kidding.
Vienna came around to look him in the eyes. “What’s going on?”
“They want me to go.”
“What? No, you can’t.”
“Tell them no, Alex,” Minhi