Lyra

"Ready?" I asked Sally, turning from the mirror. She looked like an angel in her light blue dress, her white-blond hair cascading in perfect ringlets down her back. She would be a hit amongst the males at Ryan's birthday party.

"Almost," she said, fumbling with a necklace. "How do I look?"

I smiled. "Perfect, as always." I glanced at my own reflection, smoothing down the folds of my silk blue dress. It was the one Ryan and I had picked out together on our shopping ...