Trenton knocked on the door.
“The fun is just starting.” Jesse winked as he handed me a black handbag. “Go get ‘em, killer.”
I checked my phone, smiling at the single text on the screen.
Papa: I’ll be watching tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
“Are you ready?” Trenton asked through our link.
“Coming,” I called out as I plugged in the phone on the charger and slowly made my way to the door so I didn’t trip on the carpet with the heels.
“Goddess, Aspen.” Trenton stood in the doorway, scratching at the collar of his white shirt. “You look…”
He didn’t look too bad himself, dressed in a tuxedo with his blond hair gelled back. Maybe Nuva Pack could clean up after all.
“She looks amazing,” Jesse hissed from behind me as he zipped his makeup suitcase. “Use your words.”
“Right.” T
