Lily stood in front of her mirror, absently twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
Her room was lit with the soft glow of her bedside lamp, and the faint sound of music played from Maya’s phone.
Despite the festive atmosphere, Lily couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that settled in her chest.
Maya, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of energy. She darted around the room, holding up dresses and tossing accessories onto Lily’s bed.
“This is going to be so much fun!” she exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.
Lily turned away from the mirror, crossing her arms.
“I don’t know, Maya. It feels... weird. Like, are we really throwing a party to celebrate Lexa’s downfall? It just seems petty.”
Maya stopped mid-step, clutching a glittering necklace in one hand. Her ex
