EMILY
“You. Look. Amazing.” Mia squealed, practically bouncing as she circled me like a giddy fangirl. “Your hair is so shiny, and that dress…” She fanned herself dramatically. “That dress was made for you. You’re going to kill it tonight.”
I chuckled, trying to swallow the nerves bubbling up in my chest. “Wouldn’t count on it.”
I stared at my reflection, tuning Mia’s rambling out. My luscious wave Mia helped style with her magic hands and half a can of hairspray, the bright red painted on my lips, bringing out my blue eyes, the dress wasn’t making matters any better. The red silk clung to my every curve, the neck dipping low enough to keep people guessing, the high slit ran dangerously close to scandal.
I looked… powerful. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.
“Earth to Emily,”
