Riley’s pov
I sat in front of the mirror, one of my fingers nervously running over the hem of my dress, while my other finger fiddled with a loose strand of hair, I tried to calm the jumble of thoughts in my mind, my eyes, fixed on my reflection. What was I doing? A date with Christopher—one of the Lockwood triplets. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist. What if this was all just another game? Maybe they wanted to watch me fall for their tricks, only to laugh about it later. My mind ran wild with “what ifs,” and I felt the familiar pang of doubt gnawing at me.
“Riley?” Lilly’s voice floated into the room, pulling me from my thoughts. She leaned in the doorway, concerned flickering in her eyes as she watched me. “You look lost. Are you sure you even want to go on this date? I
