~Kay’s POV~

            Sage had just left and I was lying across my hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. Ok, I was impatient but you can’t blame a girl for that. I was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a lavender tank top, and my white cropped sweater. Looking at my cell, I saw that I still had 3 min. until Seth showed up. I turned over and screamed my impatience out into my pillow. I had planned out the date. It was funny how Sage and I loved planning things. Our gifts helped us to have more chances in life. Looking at my clothes, I laughed to myself.

I wish that Isolde was still around. I thought to myself. I jumped when I heard someone knock on the door. Getting up, I opened the door to reveal Seth’s smiling face. He was so much taller than my small 5’3” height but I didn’t care that I was short when I was with him. He was wearing faded baggy blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Hugging him, I smiled to myself, wondering what he was going to look like on our date.

“So are you excited?” I asked.

He nodded enthusiastically and I laughed and I held out my hand to him which he took.

“Close your eyes.” I said. He looked at me confused. “Trust me.” I continued.

Once his eyes were closed, I closed mine as well. Concentrating, I imagined the time and place I wanted to go to. I didn’t open my eyes until I heard the sound of horse drawn carriages. When I did open my eyes, Seth’s eyes were already open and wide.

            “Where are we?” He asked.

            “We are in Boston in the early 1900’s.”

            “What are we doing here?” He said, confused.

            “We are going to go eat at a very old fashioned restaurant.”

            “How? No one can see us?” I could see he was getting really confused. I grabbed his hand and walked towards the alley and made sure no one could see down the alley. Still holding his hand, I concentrated; remembering what Isolde had taught me. When I opened my eyes, Seth was no longer in jeans and a t-shirt. He was now in a suit just like the ones the men wore during this time. I had also changed. I was now in a lavender dress with white lace. I could feel the corset that now held my chest in place instead of my bra. My hair was halfway up and curly. I smiled. I always loved doing this because I loved the feeling of dressing up.