AMY’S POV
Tonight is the night. I can feel it buzzing in the air, crackling through my veins as I lace up my heels and look at Carissa in the mirror. She doesn't know yet, but she’s going to be my weapon in this battle to ruin her relationship with the twins. The way they look at her—like she’s the sun, like they would burn the world to keep her warm—it's pathetic. They deserve nothing but heartbreak. I’ve waited too long for this, and I’m done playing nice.
I’m careful as I step up behind Carissa, who’s staring at herself in the mirror. She doesn’t know what she’s about to wear, but I’ve planned this. I’ve planned every single detail.
“Amy, what do you think?” She turns to me nervously.
I smile, giving her a reassuring look. “You’ll look perfect. Just trust me.”
I hand her the dress.
