Zola Flash (The Zola Flash Series Book 1) by T. Marie Alexander

isn’t he answering?
    “If you are trying to call Trevor, he’s out front.”
    I spin at the sound of Pin’s voice. He’s wearing a black suit that’s tailored to him perfectly. I didn’t even know he owned a suit. His long, black hair is combed neatly back, and its shine compliments his green eyes. Eyes I can’t seem to draw my own away from. The white leather shoes he wears matches his shirt. Oh my . . . he is so gorgeous. So gorgeous I can almost forget about the date with Trevor.
    “You look amazing, Zola,” Pin says, interrupting my train of thought and lingering gaze.
    He called me Zola. Zola! Not princess. “Thanks. Why are you dressed up?”
    “Trevor called and gave us the news you didn’t. I’m quite surprised he’s inviting us along.” He pauses. “Britney is up there. I know you don’t like her, but whatever she says, just ignore it. Please.”
    He just had to add the please.

Chapter Twenty-Three
    A FEW HOURS LATER, we arrive in Paris, France. It took a lot of annoying ‘please tell me where we’re going’s to get Trevor to budge. As soon as the location left his mouth, I was looking it up on my smartphone he bought me.
    In the pictures, there were beautiful lights everywhere. Every building seemed to be adorned in them. And there was a tower that looked like an ‘A’, all lit up, as well as tons of green landscapes, and little boats on the water, with couples canoodling.
    Now that I’m here, thought, I know never to trust Earth’s source of information. There are no sparkling lights. No little boats. Although, there is a tower, it’s not lit up. It’s just really tall and grey and dull.
    Once our transportation arrives, Trevor gives the driver orders to take Britney and Pin wherever they like. It’s not exactly what I meant when I asked for them to come along, but I stay quiet. Trevor and I get into a separate vehicle and take off to a restaurant, where Trevor says he has made exclusive reservations. As we pull up outside, I notice the restaurant is a small alfresco on a strip. Not exactly somewhere I can picture Trevor taking a date, but what do I know? It’s not like I’ve known Trevor for long.
    He takes my hand and leads me into the restaurant, and I gasp at the decor. The brick exterior gives the place no justice. There are candles everywhere, giving off a soft vanilla scent. White rose petals are scattered across the reflective floor, which I’m sure Trevor made them do. But the crystal chandelier that reflects the lights from the candles is what really catches my eyes. They look like the steps in my dream. The ones that lead up to my palace. It’s beautiful.
    I turn to Trevor. “Thank you.”
    Trevor takes me into his arms and tips my chin up. “Well, this is my way of apologizing for being such a douche lately.”
    “Okay.”
    “This will be a night you’ll never forget, Zola. I promise you that.”
    Something in his words doesn’t feel right, but I shake it off. “So, why did you reserve the entire place?”
    “My girl deserves the best.”
    We head toward the back of the place and out through a rear exit, where we take a seat near a fountain that is spewing with life. It’s as cold as Payohlini, yet as warm as planet Frizzlea out here. I scoot my chair towards Trevor and snuggle up against him. Thankfully, Earthlings tend to be quite warm.
    When Pierre, the server arrives, I order water. Trevor, on the other hand, nearly orders the entire menu in French. I think he does that to impress me, but the fact that I have a chip implanted in my head, one that’s been there since birth, to enable me understand almost every language, means it doesn’t work. I don’t tell him that though. He doesn’t need to know that most of his words aren’t pronounced correctly.
    As we wait for our food, Trevor drags me onto his lap and moves his head closer to mine as if to kiss me, but I really don’t want to kiss him.  Not when I’m supposed to break up with him. Though, how