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bags onto the bed in our penthouse—yes…penthouse!—apartment at the Park Plaza County Hall across the river .  I guess I should call it a flat, though, to get into the vernacular of my surroundings.
    Maddie Puckett rushes over to push the curtains aside “Y’all!  Check out the view!”
    I follow the other girls and gasp when I take in the awe-inspiring skyline of London, with the Eye staring back at us.  I could spend a year exploring this hotel suite alone, with the kitchen, lounge, living area, and outside balcony, but I need to snag my sleeping space first.  Since Jessica and I’ve shared a room before, the two of us pair up in one of the bedrooms with Taylor and Celia claiming the one in the large suite, and Jayne and Maddie agreeing to share the pull-out sofa bed.
    “Where’s your aunt staying?” Jess asks.
    “She has a room down the hall,” I tell her.  “She’s here to chaperone and support and everything, but she doesn’t want to be in my way.”
    Jess nods.  “She’s way cool.  Things are looking up for you, Kendall, since our spring break.”
    I feel a slight blush, knowing she’s talking about Patrick.  “Yeah, things are great with Patrick.  We were really meant to be together.”
    She lifts a brow at me.  “And the hottie with the blue eyes?”
    “The ex.”
    “That boy has a lot of red going for him,” she tells me.  Jessica’s specialty is reading people’s auras.  Apparently, we’re all surrounded on some ethereal level by a rainbow of color.  Each meaning something different about our spirit…and our soul.  “Lots of red.  He’s got gusto.  And he’s all about seizing opportunities.”
    I screw up my face.  “Yeah, like worming his way onto this trip.”
    “Careful, Kendall.  You’re still drawn to that red aura.”
    Laughter bubbles from me.  “Get over it, Jess.”
    She plops onto the bed.  “I’m just saying.  Once you pick up someone’s red aura and they catch your attention, no matter who they are, that aggressive red aura will throw caution to the wind to pursue what they want.  And that boy still wants you.”
    I toss my hands up.  “And I’m not going there again.”
    Jessica grins at me.  “You’ve got light blue shining off of you.”
    “Which means?”
    “Just that you’re spiritual, intuitive, metaphysical.”
    “Well, duh.”  I start stacking my shorts and jeans together, looking at the dresser for which drawer to take.  Then I wonder.  “What are you seeing from that Christian kid?”
    Jessica closes her eyes for a moment and breathes deeply.  “Oddly enough, he’s covered in a gray and black haze.”
    I pop up.  “I thought black meant death!”
    “Not always,” she tells me.  “It could mean an illness or a tragedy that’s befallen him.  Or it could just be that he’s filled with hate.”
    I sigh, long and hard.
    Jess holds up her hand, though.  “Mostly, he’s gray, like I said.  Which concerns me even more because variants of the color gray really say a person is secretive and self-protective.  It’s a wall around them saying they want to be left alone.  The gray aura means they don’t want to be the center of attention and really just want to fade into the background.”
    “Hmm, that doesn’t exactly sound like a kid who’s out to be the next big thing in British TV since last season’s The X Factor winner.”
    “Right,” Jess agrees.  “Usually a predominantly gray aura means the person is a loner, not so much because they want to be, but because they’re scared out of their mind.  There’s a lot of hurt there in him.  He’s looking for someone to cling to.  Someone to help heal him.”
    I wonder if that person is Oliver?  Or even Jayne?  Or maybe… me ?
    After unpacking and then freshening up in the bathroom, I venture out to the large gathering area where Patrick, Jason, and Christian are lounging about.  All three of them are on their phones, not even caring about their