The next morning, I was sprawled out in bed, staring out the window and daydreaming, when my door slammed open. Hazel came flying in like a hurricane and launched herself onto my bed.
“Holy crap! What the hell, Hazel?” I groaned, covering my face with a pillow.
“It’s graduation day!” she practically sang, bouncing on the mattress.
“Yeah, I know. But it’s not until hours from now,” I mumbled into the pillow.
“Exactly! Which means nails, hair, makeup, wardrobe—basically, a whole red-carpet prep session,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I peeked at her. “Since when was that on my schedule?”
“The Luna. She’s sending people over to glam us up—on her dime. She even told me to come here, so you can’t escape.” Hazel grinned like she’d just won the lottery.
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