COLEEN

The invitation came in a heavy cream envelope embossed with gold. Even before I opened it, I knew it was going to be trouble.

The paper inside shimmered faintly when I pulled it out, my name written in perfect cursive that looked far too elegant for someone like me.

It read, “You are cordially invited to attend the annual Michaels Winter Ball.”

My heart sank.

I never thought I’d be invited.

The idea of stepping into a ...