dance with a vampire chapter 7

My dad quickly rose and followed Alexander's gentlemanly example for my surprised mother. "The four of us should eat out more often, " my mom said as we settled in. "Alexander brings out the best in your father. " Alexander and I were on display, as if we were in the spotlight on a Broadway stage. The soft candlelight couldn't mask the occasional lingering gaze or whispers from the other pubsters. However, I had other things on my mind. Aside from worrying about being an outcast, I had to figure out how Alexander and I were going to get to the library before Valentine did. Or maybe we were already too late. I imagined that, between the stacks of physics and calculus books, Valentine could be gnashing his fangs into my brother's neck. But I had to remain positive. It wasn't likely Valentine would risk being easily spotted. Or would he? "This is quite a pleasure, " my father said genuinely. "Order anything you like. Your mother's paying, " he teased. Just then a slight woman in a black DKNY pantsuit came over and stood beside our table. She had Trevor Mitchell's face. It was his mother. "Hi, Sarah. Hi, Paul, " Mrs. Mitchell said. Her smile stretched so wide that her pink lipstick started to crack. Mrs. Mitchell studied Alexander, then me, mentally taking notes of anything she could report to her tennis friends. "This is a coincidence seeing you here, " my mother said. "Or fate, " Mrs. Mitchell corrected as she gazed at my boyfriend. "Ohyou know Alexander Sterling, " my mom began. "No, I've seen him about town, but I haven't had the pleasure of meeting him face-to-face. " Mrs. Mitchell extended her thin, flawless hand, complete with a French manicure and flaunting more dazzling jewelry than a saleswoman on QVC. Alexander quickly reached his own hand to hers. I felt like he was shaking the hand of the Wicked Witch of the Westwithout the green skin. "I don't believe I've ever seen you out in daylight, " she stated flatly. When Alexander and his family moved to Dullsville, Trevor had begun the rumor that the Sterlings were vampires, fueled by Mrs. Mitchell's remarks. I didn't want to give my nemesis's mother any more ammunition for her gossipmongering. Apparently, neither did my mother.