Chapter 302 Not Ready

• *Sandra's POV*
• “How do I look?” he spins, arms out, giving main-character energy like he’s on the Met Gala carpet. Hands on hips. Chin up. Model face locked and loaded. He’s serving looks and delusion.
• “You look like someone who needs a sandwich and a shot of tequila, but hey—we’re getting there,” I say, giving him the most dramatic side-eye I can muster. “If you could stop Vogue-ing long enough to let me finish the damn dress, that would really help.”