Meghan’s P.O.V.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror for the fifth time in as many minutes that had passed. The emerald green dress I had chosen to wear tonight hugged my curves in all the right places, with a neckline that toed the line between elegant and daring. My dark hair cascaded down to my shoulders in loose waves, and I had spent extra time perfecting my makeup, ensuring my smoky eyes and red lips were on point. Despite my efforts, a pang of uncertainty gnawed at me.
Was it too much?
Or not enough?
Blade’s family wasn’t exactly formal, but New Year’s Eve at Koda’s place felt like a step above jeans and a sweater. Not to mention, after dinner, we would all head to the local bar to ring in the New Year. I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb in either setting. I twist
