LEXIE
NEXT DAY
Mia knocked on my door just after my shift ended, a bag over her shoulder and a look on her face that said she had plans for the evening that didn't involve asking permission.
"What's in the bag?" I asked, letting her in.
"Hair things," she said, dropping it on my bed like she owned the place. "You're wearing the dress tomorrow, right? The green one from our shopping trip?"
"I was thinking about it."
"There's no thinking about it. It's happening. Go put it on."
"Right now?"
"Right now. We're doing a trial run. I want to see it properly before tomorrow, not just you holding it up in the mirror like you're afraid of it."
"I'm not afraid of a dress, Mia."
"Then put it on."
I sighed dramatically and took the dress into the bathroom, pulling it on with more care than s
