Chanel paced nervously in her bedroom, glancing at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” she muttered, fidgeting with the delicate straps of the sunflower yellow evening gown Vanessa had miraculously dug out of her closet.
Vanessa, perched on the bed and already dressed in a sleek black jumpsuit, grinned. “Girl, you’ve been hiding this dress from me? You look like the damn sun, and trust me, the moon won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”
Chanel groaned, her cheeks flushing. “That’s what I’m worried about.”
Vanessa stood, placing a steadying hand on her shoulder. “Look, I know you’d rather stay home with a book and a cup of tea, but you’re Devon’s mate. Whether you like it or not, people are going to notice. And it’s better to
