Chapter 51

He doesn’t answer right away, and I put my phone on the bed. My hands run down the silver sequined front of the dress, but I shake my head. It doesn’t look right with my new, edgy haircut. A pang of agony goes through me when I imagine how nice my brunette waves would’ve looked with this outfit. Miranda could’ve used some of her magic on me, twisting my unruly locks up into a fancy do.

“He told me he was thinking of asking you,” she says, sitting up and pushing around the sea of glittering dresses. “You should go with him, even if it’s just as a friend.”

“Why don’t you go with him?” I ask, and there’s a tenseness in her shoulders that’s impossible to miss. Hmm. “Or maybe with Tristan? He seems to like you?” Miranda lifts her eyes up to me, brows raised, and then she laughs.

“Tristan’s a jerk. No way in hell would I go with him. I’ll probably just go with Creed, do the twin thing or whatever.” She pulls out the gold dress with the long sleeves, and the disturbingly