Geting ready for Sophia’s main birthday party felt like prepping for a red carpet event.
I sat before a massive vanity mirror in our suite at the Le Tonne Hotel. A luxury hotel so pricey, a single night could empty your bank account. Everything was velvet and gold, and the whole place smelled like rose water and old money.
Sophia’s glam team moved with the precision of stylists and the energy of fairy godparents high on espresso. One curled my hair into glossy waves, another dusted gold shimmer on my eyelids, and the last one worked on contouring cheekbones I didn’t even know I had.
“You’re going to murder someone tonight,” Sophia said, lounging in her robe behind me while scrolling through her phone. “Just wait till Liam sees you.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not the goal.”
“Maybe not
