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As I gripped the steering wheel, the rhythmic hum of the SUV's engine was mere background noise to the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. Beside me, Lizzie was meticulously adjusting her hair in the visor mirror, her stunning navy blue dress clinging elegantly to her figure. I couldn't help but steal glances at her; she looked like she just stepped out of a magazine shoot.
"You're going to break that mirror if you keep scrutinizing every single strand of hair," I teased, trying to mask my own nervousness with a playful tone.
"Just making sure I don't look like I just got out of bed," she replied, her voice a blend of confidence and anxiety. The slight tremor in her fingers betrayed the calm facade she attempted to maintain.
In the back seat, Aria sat perched, her pink
