Tessa’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, holding up one dress after another, turning slightly from side to side to examine each angle. My room looked like a fashion hurricane had hit it—clothes everywhere, shoes scattered under the bed, a curling iron still warm on the dresser. I still couldn’t believe it: Hardin invited me.
Hardin! The boy who barely looks anyone in the eye, who walks through school like he owns every hallway—and now he wants me at his party?
I spun around in the middle of the room, the hem of my dress floating around my thighs like a wave, before flopping back onto the bed with a sigh. My eyes locked on the ceiling, but my mind was elsewhere—on his face. That infuriatingly beautiful face. Sharp jaw, messy hair, the kind of eyes you don’t forget.
“You must be impre
