*Helen's POV*
I stood in front of my mirror, carefully applying the last touches of makeup while Eleanor sat on my bed offering commentary.
"A little more blush," she suggested. "You want to look healthy, not nervous."
"I am nervous though." My hand trembled slightly as I added more color to my cheeks.
"Fake it till you make it." Eleanor stood up and came to stand beside me, examining my reflection critically. "Helen, you look beautiful. Stop worrying."
I examined myself one more time. The blue dress fit perfectly. My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders. My makeup was subtle but polished.
"You're right. I look good."
"You look amazing. Kelvin's dad is going to take one look at you and know his son chose well."
I smiled, feeling some of my anxiety ease. "Thank you for being
