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Getting ready felt like war prep.
The bedroom floor was a battlefield of heels, dresses, and scattered makeup brushes. The room smelled like hair spray, perfume, and a hint of lavender from the bath bomb Jess had insisted on earlier. Jess stood in front of the mirror in a black bralette and high-waisted shorts, curling iron in one hand, her other hand flipping through a stack of eyeshadow palettes.
“Smoky eye or glitter goddess?” she asked, squinting at her reflection.
“Neither,” I said, adjusting the strap on my bra.. “Let your cheekbones do the talking.”
She smirked. “As if they ever shut up.”
We both laughed, the sound echoing through the room and across the hallway. It felt good having someone around other than Christian, he hadn’t reached out to me and that was fine. I,
