Draya
“Okay, breathe,” Lily said as we stepped out of the car. “You look like you’re about to give a presidential speech."
“I feel like it,” I muttered, smoothing my silk dress for the hundredth time.
The Palms Hotel glittered ahead, warm lights and laughter spilling out through the glass doors and my heels suddenly felt too high.
“Maybe this was a mistake.”
Robin rolled her eyes. “You’ve said that all week.”
“Because maybe it is.”
“Draya,” Lily said, grabbing my arm, “you look insanely beautiful. Like ‘my ex will need therapy after seeing me’ insane.”
Robin grinned. “Exactly.”
I tried to laugh but it came out nervous. “He might not even be here.”
“Then some other poor man’s getting blessed tonight,” Lily teased.
I shoved her arm. “You’re ridiculous.”
We walked in together. Th
