Dora wasn't late. Not at all. She was, however, already ready to go. Ugh. But a deal was a deal. And Mason was her friend. Glancing at her watch she moved through the gallery and frowned a bit. Where was he?

HAD HE STOOD HER UP?!

Heavens to Betsy he better not have or she'd be forced to hex the hair right off of his head. Legit. The blonde girl tugged on the sleeve of her jacket as she moved around as few people. Ugh.

Mason Winslow better show his face soon!