Lilith's Pov
We went downstairs and hopped into the car. The driver started the engine and began driving us to the store. The drive wasn’t quiet—not even a little. It was all about the perfect dress. Zoey kept going on and on about how we were going to dress tonight, how we’d catch everyone’s attention, how we had to shine brighter than anyone else.
I didn’t know how to add to the conversation. So I just nodded when needed, said, “Okay,” and “Yes,” here and there, pretending like I was part of the hype.
Finally, we reached the store.
As soon as we walked in, a lady came toward us with a bright smile. “How may we help you today?”
Zoey stepped forward confidently. “We came here to pick the finest dresses for a party tonight. I hope we came to the right store.”
The woman, whose name tag
