On Saturday afternoon, my mom helped me get ready for my first Valentine’s Day with Ben. She curled my hair and pulled part of it back while letting the rest fall into waves around my shoulders. She also helped me with my make-up, making my eyes a beautiful shade of smoky gray to match my dress. In the past, Libby usually helped me get ready for dances, but now that she was out to destroy my reputation, I was on my own. Thank god for mom.
When I walked into the living room after putting on my Valentine’s Day dress, my mother looked at me with concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Honey, you are a beautiful girl. You know that, right?”
I nodded, sighing, and rolling my eyes. I walked over to the closet and slipped on my black heels.
“Alex, I mean it. I love you, honey, and you are perfec
