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“OMG, Evy, your nails look so pretty,” Katy exclaimed, smiling.

Yeah, of course they did, because, duh, I told the nail tech that I wanted pink glitter nails. And pink glitter nails never disappointed. They were always perfect.

Katy, White, and I were getting our nails done because, supposedly, you had to get your nails done before an important event. Katy said they even appointed a person to do our hair and makeup for the ball, so we both looked perfect.

I sighed. This was going to be a long day. And both of them fussed over how I still didn’t have a dress and that the event was tonight.

If I could show up in my sweats, I would gladly do so, but I was going to be in the arms of the most gorgeous guy, so I had to be presentable.

I wished Lily was here, she was like me when it came to this.

They took me to a boutique that allowed people to rent dresses for an event, and since White knew the owners, they let us do it on short notice. I went with a full-length cami-sleeve light pink satin dress that had a massive slit on the side.

I smiled cheekily as I thought about how much Jay would love to take this dress off of me tonight. It reminded me of the little white dress. That seemed so long ago. I missed the cabin, and I made a mental reminder for us to go back there once the album was over.

White bid us goodbye and got into—surprise—a white sports car with white leather interiors—that suited her personality perfectly.

Katy and I headed home to get ready. We took one of the empty guest rooms as our dressing room.

Katy threw Lan and Jay out when they kept trying to sneak in. I laughed as I watched them battle it out with Katy. A fight they would never win.

I told Rina, the girl who did my hair and makeup, that I wanted a simple look and no foundation. Her eyes widened when I saidthat, but she reluctantly nodded. Foundations just made my face itch.

But Rina did a wonderful job lining my eyes in a tiny, barely there wing with thick lashes and brows that made my eyes look bigger and warmer than they already were. She painted my lips with a warm matte pink lipstick and matched the same shade on my cheeks. She highlighted all the right points on my face with a soft, shiny cream highlight. I loved it—I looked like me but better.

More than my makeup, I loved the hair—my side-swept waves were held together by an elaborate hairpin that made it look like I was from the 50s.

“I love it, Rina. Thank you so much. Your hands are literally magic.” I smiled at her.

She looked back shyly. She was young, probably around nineteen, and I think she was just starting out in the field. But her art was just incredible.

“Thanks, Evy,” she replied.

I beamed at her.

“Evy, sweetheart. Can I come inside at least now? Katy, let me see my girl, please,” Jay shouted from the other side of the door.

I laughed as I slipped on a two-inch platform heel because those high stick heels for my two left feet were a very bad idea. Hmm, these days I was less clumsy than I used to be. I was proud of myself for growing up.

I dabbed my go-to perfume on my neck and headed outside to greet my man.

I opened the door, and the blood rushed out of my head.

Jay stood there in a black tux, no tie. The first few buttons of his black shirt were unbuttoned, and with the usual rings adorning his fingers he was the hottest man I had ever seen in my life.

He stole my breath away and made my heart pound.

His eyes widened as he took me in, licking his lips as he peered at me from head to toe until his beautiful blues locked onto my warm brown eyes.

“You look like an angel, sweetheart. So, fucking gorgeous that it might be hard not to take you to my bed right now.”

I blushed. I thought the pink tint on my cheeks was a waste of makeup because this man just had to speak to make me blush. I walked over to him and my feet caught on the edge of my dress and I almost slipped.

His hands gripped my hips, preventing me from falling, and bringing me closer to him. So much for being proud of myself. I think I would always be clumsy.

I snaked my arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes. Even with my heels, he dwarfed me. I only reached his chest.