The problem with agreeing to go to the Winter Formal was that eventually—
you had to decide what to wear.
Lily discovered this the very next morning.
She had barely opened her locker when Emily appeared beside her carrying a notebook.
A suspicious notebook.
“What’s that?” Lily asked.
Emily smiled.
“A plan.”
Lily’s stomach sank.
“For what?”
“For your dress.”
Lily closed her locker again.
“I’m going home.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, because we’re shopping this weekend.”
“We?”
“Yes. Me, you, and probably your emotional support water bottle.”
Lily stared at her.
“I don’t have an emotional support water bottle.”
“You will by Saturday.”
Before the conversation could continue—
Jason appeared.
As expected.
“I have news.”
Ryan, arriving a second later, sighed.
“Of
