Stacey’s POV:
The mirror caught my reflection as I slid in the last gold hoop earring. My lips were glossy, cheeks softly blushed, and the tight, crimson blouse I wore gave a confident illusion I was far from feeling. Chloe clapped from behind, holding my coat in one hand and a makeup brush like a wand in the other.
“Damn, girl. If hotness was a sport, you’d be the one playing interstate,” she teased, tossing the coat over my shoulders.
I laughed, smoothing my blouse. “It’s Noah’s big day. I need to look my best.”
Chloe raised her brow. “Noah’s big day, but I feel like you’re the one scoring tonight.”
I threw a pillow at her, and she ducked, still laughing. Everything felt light. Normal. Good.
Until the buzz came.
My phone lit up with a ping. A message.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
