CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
AMBER’S POV
PROM NIGHT
I never thought I’d get this worked up over something as mundane as prom night. But here I am, sitting on the edge of my bed while Mum fusses over my eyeliner and Madeline adjusts the boho braids she’s somehow managed to make look effortless.
“It has to be perfect,” Mum huffs, holding up a mascara wand like it’s a weapon of war. “This is your night, Amber. Your first prom. You can’t just stroll in looking… ordinary.”
“Relax, Mum,” I murmur, trying to keep my grin in check. “It’s not like the world’s going to end if my eyeliner smudges.”
Madeline laughs, brushing a stray lock of hair from my cheek. “Ordinary? Please. Even my most perfect i********: selfies don’t look this good. You’re basically a walking Pinterest board right now.”
I glance a
