Sophia’s P.O.V

The phone rang right as I was pulling my hair into a bun. I didn’t even need to check the screen—I just knew it was Vee. I hit answer, pressed the phone to my ear and smiled, “Hey, you psychic or something? I was just thinking about you.”

Her voice came in like a bubbly hurricane. “Sophia! Oh my God, listen—tonight is going to be insane. I just got the final list of confirmed guests and, girl, it’s ridiculous. There are going to be so many ...