Lexie looked at herself in the mirror from the fourth or fifth time since she had finished dressing up, and still couldn’t believe that the person looking back at her, was her.
She look different. She looked pretty. If she could say so herself. The woman that stared back at her, looked like an actual twenty six year old, but without the numerous burdens on her shoulders.
“Oh, Lexie. Get ready, because you are going to be the talk of the party. It’s a shame the media won’t be present tonight. They would have eaten you up and left no crumbs.” Bella said, coming to stand behind her, and wrapped her arms around lexie in a light hug from behind.
Lexie smiled at the female version of the Devereaux brothers, giggling even, at how ridiculous she sounded. “You say that like you haven’t looked at
