MIRABEL POV.
Remember when I told you at the beginning of my story how much I hated the first day of school? How every year after the holiday, it was the same horror movie with new creative ways to make my life miserable. By now, I would be shivering in fear, bracing myself for whatever evil plan the triplets had cooked up to “welcome” me back.
But this time?
I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t anxious. I wasn’t even mildly concerned.
I was happy.
Wild, right? It’s funny how life can flip upside down in just one month.
I swung open my front door, and there they were—three of the most gorgeous, most powerful boys in town, leaning against a ridiculously expensive car like they were posing for a magazine cover. My mates. My bullies turned boyfriends turned… I don’t even know what yet, but let’s r
