~ Zoe ~
"Hold still, would you? I can't get this pin to stay if you keep fidgeting," I muttered, my tongue caught between my teeth as I tried to secure another section of Elara's thick dark hair.
"Sorry," Elara replied, but immediately resumed her nervous habit of tapping her fingers against the vanity. She'd been like this all afternoon—jumpy, distracted, her gaze constantly drifting to the elegant black envelope propped against her mirror. The invitation to Lunaris Industries Gala: Illuminating Tomorrow.
The fact that Caleb Stone—freaking Caleb Stone—had personally invited my roommate to his company gala was surreal enough. Add in the whole wife-hunting thing that had Seattle's social media ablaze, and I was practically vibrating with excitement. Elara, on the other hand, seemed more
