By the time we make our way towards the main hall, I am trying very hard not to think about how different I feel.
The red satin skims my body in a way that feels both unfamiliar and slightly dangerous.
My hair falls in soft curls over one shoulder, and Jen insisted on just enough make-up to make my eyes stand out without making me look too unlike myself.
"Relax, Lyra," Jen murmurs beside me as we near the entrance. She looks incredible too, in pale sea-green. "You look amazing. Dan is going to lose his ability to think for a minute. I know it."
Warm light spills through the open doors ahead, music and conversation flowing down the corridor towards us.
My stomach turns over.
Why am I so nervous?
Is it because of Dan?
We step inside.
The hall has been transformed into gold light, wi
