Miranda’s POV

I had never woken up with such anticipation in my chest. This wasn’t just a party—it was the night.

The kind of night movies are made about. The kind of night that lives in your yearbook, in your scrapbook, in your heart.

The whole house knew it too.

Naomi was ironing my dress in the living room while humming a Beyoncé ballad.

Aunt Leah was on FaceTime with Rachel, planning makeup palettes like they were going to war. Aunt Rachel had already done my nails the night ...