Juniper's Pov
I stands in front of my full-length mirror, adjusting the delicate feathered headband nestled in my hair. My champagne-colored flapper dress shimmers under the soft glow of my bedroom light, every bead and fringe catching the glow with a life of its own. The dress hugs my figure perfectly, the hem brushing just above my knees, with layers of fringe swaying as I move.
I step back, examining my reflection. My dark eyeliner and bold red lipstick add the perfect touch of vintage glamour, and my hair is styled in soft, elegant waves that frame my face. For a moment, I allow myself a small, satisfied smile. "If nothing else, at least I look the part." I think to myself.
My phone buzzes on the nearby dresser, pulling me out of my thoughts. I pick it up to find a text from Liam: "
