Chapter 76
- PENELOPE
- Getting ready felt like war prep.
- The bedroom floor was a battlefield of heels, dresses, and scattered makeup brushes. The room smelled like hair spray, perfume, and a hint of lavender from the bath bomb Jess had insisted on earlier. Jess stood in front of the mirror in a black bralette and high-waisted shorts, curling iron in one hand, her other hand flipping through a stack of eyeshadow palettes.