Jackson stood in front of his full-length mirror, fiddling with his bowtie. He'd never been great at tying the damn things, but tonight he was determined to look sharp. The party was in a few hours, and he wanted to make a good impression. After all, it wasn't every day that a guy got invited to a fancy shindig by a mysterious voice in his head.
"Left over right, then... wait, was it under or over?" he muttered, his fingers tangling in the silk.
The doorbell chimed just as he considered giving up and going with a clip-on. His heart skipped a beat. Could it be Isabella?
He abandoned the bowtie, leaving it hanging loosely around his neck, and hurried to the door. As he reached for the handle, he caught a glimpse of himself in the hallway mirror. His hair was sticking up at odd angles, and
