_Lisa's POV_
I sat at the vanity table, running a brush slowly through my hair. The red dress Rylan had given me lay neatly across the bed. It was shimmering under the light. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the eyeshadow palette. I needed to calm down. Tonight was the feast. I should be excited. But my thoughts kept going back to the missing pendant.
Sierra had gone quiet. That made me even more nervous.
Just as I began applying a soft shimmer to my eyelids, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," I called.
Alexandra stepped in. She was holding a phone in her hand. She was half-dressed, her long hair still damp from a shower.
"Hey," she said, a little out of breath. "Is Rylan in here?"
I blinked. I was confused. "No, I thought he was helping downstairs."
She sighed
