ASHLEY’S POV
After school, Melissa practically bounced into my car like a human firecracker.
“Oh. My. God. Ashley! Gala dresses. We have to go today. If we wait even one more day, all the good ones will be gone. Imagine us showing up looking like extras instead of main characters.” She grabbed my arm dramatically. Her eyes were wide with exaggerated panic.
I rolled my eyes, starting the car. “Melissa, calm down. It’s a dress, not a world war.”
“A dress that could change everything,” she corrected, pointing at me as if she was delivering some prophecy.
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Dramatic? Babe, this is survival,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Now put on a playlist. If we’re going dress shopping, we need vibes.”
Within minutes, we were lip-syncing to silly
