FEBRUARY 1, 1861
"Destiny, have you noticed anything different about Noah?"
"No, why?"
"Well, it’s just that he hasn’t asked me to the dance yet."
"Well, maybe he will pull some other surprise for you." Destiny said trying to give her friend some hope.
"You’re right. I didn’t think about that." Ivy said as she went up to her room. She laid on the bed dreaming of what Noah could have up his sleeve. Of course she wouldn’t be too disappointed if Noah didn’t do anything. Clover could have tricked him somehow.