Penelope's POV
I stare at myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl looking back. Since my makeover, I've got this whole new wardrobe that actually fits me right. Tonight though, I decided to skip the heavy makeup. Natural feels better.
"Hold still," Isla says, tugging at the hem of the black dress she picked out for me. "This dress is absolutely perfect on you."
"It's not too much?" I ask, smoothing down the fabric.
"Are you kidding?" She steps back to admire her work. "Liam's going to lose his mind when he sees you."
Isla finishes fixing my hair, pulling it back in this loose style that somehow makes me look older, more confident. The knock on the door comes right at seven.
"He's punctual," Isla grins. "I like him already."
I open the door to find Liam standing there in da
