Elena's POV
"Stop moving, or I'll poke your eye out."
My stylist held the mascara wand dangerously close to my face as I shifted in my chair.
"Sorry," I muttered, forcing myself to sit still.
Friday had arrived faster than I’d expected.
One minute I was sitting with Caleb in his car preparing, and the next, I was here getting ready for the night that suddenly felt a lot bigger than just another business event.
My dress hung on the back of the bathroom door, deep emerald green, floor-length, elegant without trying too hard.
Diamond earrings sat on the vanity beside me, understated but expensive, and my heels were waiting by the door like a threat.
"Done," my stylist said, stepping back. "As usual, you look incredible."
I stood up and turned toward the mirror.
My hair was swept up,
