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"You may be his world, but you're the only thing that ever felt like home to me."
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Some people never get second chances. Lilah never thought she'd get one with her brother's best f...
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"I cannot believe you let me convince you to do this." Natalie grins as she dumps a pile of makeup onto my desk, scattering compacts, brushes, and lip gloss tubes across the surface.
I sit on my bed, arms crossed, already regretting every life choice that led me to this moment.
"You didn't convince me," I mutter. "You forced me."
"Same thing," she says breezily, rifling through my closet and unpacked bins like it's her own bedroom.
I sigh, staring at my reflection in the floor length mirror at the foot of my bed. I'm waiting in anticipation to see how different I will look by the time she is finished with me. There are many more important things I can be doing right now. Instead, I'm being dressed up like a doll, all because Kayce had to answer his stupid phone call in front of Natalie.
"Okay, what vibe are we going for?" she asks, flipping through the few options she has sprawled out on my bed. "Sexy? Mysterious? 'I just threw this on and still look amazing'?"
"Oh, how about the vibe 'I don't want to go'?" I deadpan.
She shoots me a look. "Not an option."
I groan, flopping back on my bed. "I don't even have party clothes. I don't even know what you wear to a party."
Natalie hums in thought, pulling out a black crop top and holding it up against me. "That's because you live in plain, oversized clothes and leggings, and the most revealing thing you've worn is a tank top in the summer. We need to branch out."
I glance down and frown at the shirt. It's small. Like, I'll probably be tugging at the hem all night small. It has long, puffier sleeves that are somewhat see through. The part of the shirt that covers my torso has a drawstring down the middle to adjust its height and ruffling. A shirt Natalie talked me into buying this summer before we moved down here.
"I don't know," I say hesitantly.
She huffs, tossing the top onto my bed again before digging through my totes full of pants, mainly leggings. "Lilah, you're in college. It's time to stop dressing like a grandma."
I glare at her. "Excuse me for wanting to be comfortable."
"You can be comfortable and hot," she argues, finally pulling out a pair of high waisted jeans I've only worn once or twice. "These will balance it out."
I sigh, giving in. There's no winning when Natalie is determined. "Fine."
She grins. "Good choice. Now, let's do something about your hair."
An hour later, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at myself.
Natalie stands behind me, adding final touches to my hair, her fingers gently fluffing the waves she insisted on curling. "Believe it, babe," she says with a smirk. "You're about to have your first real college night."
