AMBER POV
I carefully fastened the golden clasp of the necklace, letting the pendant rest just above my collarbone. The deep green of my dress shimmered in the mirror, the fabric hugging my curves before flowing elegantly to the floor. The slit on one side was bold, but not over the top—it was perfect. I adjusted the straps, letting out a slow breath. Vic really outdid herself. The little note in her handwriting was still sitting on my nightstand, taunting me with her cheeky words: *Let them work for it though, honey.*
With a final glance in the mirror, I styled my hair into a loose side braid, letting a few tendrils frame my face. A touch of makeup—just enough to highlight my features—and I was ready. The heels, though… I glanced down at the golden stilettos and sighed. They were gorg
