Willow's POV
I heard a bang at the door, followed by Nat's unmistakable voice.
"Willow! Let me in!"
Before I could react, Nat burst into the room, her arms overflowing with an assortment of dresses. Her excitement was palpable as she dropped the load on the couch and yanked a suitcase into the flat.
"Oh my gosh, Willow! I'm so excited that you're coming tonight!" Nat beamed. "I brought so many dresses for you to try. Tonight’s going to be magical!"
I raised an eyebrow, unable to resist her infectious enthusiasm despite my roiling emotions. "I don't know, Nat. I’ve got a lot on my mind."
Nat waved her hand dismissively. "Not tonight, you don’t. Tonight, you’re going to be the belle of the ball."
She opened the suitcase, and we spent the afternoon sifting through dresses. Each one was
