Flashback ( PDFDrive )

as a tradition. Then people just sign up whenever and you work your
way down the card.”
“You have to dance with a hundred people?” Sophie had to ask. Her
feet hurt just thinking about it.
“Nah, not everyone signs up for a dance. And some won’t even
come to the gala.”
“Why not?”
He shrugged. “Maybe they already know who they like. Or maybe
they just know they’re not interested in you. Or maybe they registered
but they’re not looking for a relationship yet. There are actually lots of
reasons someone might skip. That’s why registering isn’t as big of a
deal as you keep thinking it is—but don’t worry, I’m not trying to have
that conversation again. Just know that it’s usually more like half that
show up.”
“Huh,” Sophie mumbled. “I guess that makes sense.”
But she had a feeling it wouldn’t be like that for Fitz.
He was a Vacker.
It was like . . . being matched with a prince.
A really, really cute prince.
She was pretty sure everyone on his list would be bragging about it.
And that was the thing she hadn’t really let herself think about,
because she was too busy trying to decide if she wanted to register.
If she did—if she set aside all her reservations—what were the odds
of her ending up on his list?
What matchmaker would say, Let’s pair our golden boy with the weird
girl with the freaky brown eyes who grew up with humans and will never fully
fit into our world?