I turned.
Her fingers worked quickly, her face serious, pulling my hair back into a high ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame my face.
“There. Perfect!” She almost squealed. “Now look.”
I turned to the mirror
My breath caught.
The pony tail had framed my face in ways I wasn’t used to. My neck felt exposed, my shoulders too.
But somehow…I liked it.
“You are gorgeous, Sydney Walker,” Maeve whispered near my ear.
I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the words to.
Because I wanted to believe her. Like really believe her.
Even if it was just for tonight.
*****
The moment the door shut after me, it dawned on me.
I was really going to the party.
All dressed up.
‘What are you doing, Sydney? Everyone would be there,’ the voice in my head screamed.
Tracy would be there, the bask
