Miranda’s POV

I didn’t wake up to the sound of an alarm.

Instead, I opened my eyes to soft morning light streaming across my face, the smell of pancakes downstairs, and a familiar weight of happiness still wrapped around my chest like a warm blanket.

Prom was over—but the magic? It hadn’t faded.

I reached for my phone without thinking. 8:23 AM.

One new message.

Jalen ?: Still dreaming about last night. You looked like the reason stars exist. Thanks for coming into my ...