Inside the dorm, the air was thick with the scent of perfume and hairspray. Bella sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection with a look of pure dread, while Molly bounced around the room trying to find the perfect outfit for her.
"Bella, put this on," Molly said, tossing a leather jacket onto the bed. "You need to look like the girl who hits people with pliers, not the girl who hides under blankets."
"I don't even want to go, Molly," Bella sighed, brushing her hair with aggressive strokes. "Every time I step outside, something insane happens. I feel like I'm a magnet for disaster."
"That’s exactly why you need to go!" Molly countered, sliding on her boots. "You have to control the narrative. If you stay in here, people think you're scared. If you go out there looking like a queen, yo
