HAZEL POV
Friday night arrived far too quickly. Winter spent two hours tearing through her closet before turning on me, forcing me out of bed and into a fitted dark green dress that I didn't even remember owning. I tried to argue, but she wasn't having it.
"We are going, Hazel," she insisted. "You promised me, and besides, what would you be doing here? Thinking? Or studying? You’re 20, you gotta live."
“Why do I have a feeling I’m gonna regret this?” I sighed.
“Oh, please stop whining like an old woman. Now shoo.” She pushed me towards the door.
An hour later, the bass from the speakers pounded through my heels as we stepped into the private campus theater. I almost didn’t recognize the place. It had been turned into a fancy ballroom, like something straight out of a movie.
We were
