Lara-Jean POV
"Remember: shoulders back, smile soft, and if anyone says 'gold-digger,' punch them and blame the champagne."
Maya's voice crackled through the hidden earpiece as I stared at the woman in the mirror. She was a stranger. A girl in a borrowed silver gown that probably cost more than my mother's mobile home, her hair twisted into an elaborate knot that hid a secret.
Through the heavy oak door, the murmur of three hundred of the city's elite vibrated like a swarm of bees.
My phone buzzed. Peter: ‘I'll be there soon. Don't let them eat you alive.'
I wasn't sure if he meant the guests or his family.
"You look terrified," I whispered to my reflection.
"Of course you do," Maya chirped. "It's a shark tank. Now get out there and remember to breathe. And whatever you do, don't
