Val’s P.O.V

“Okay, Hold on miss” I answered her hastily grabbing my lipgloss and juicing a little on my lips.

“Hmm…perfect, slay is one hundred now.” I said arranging myself and giving one more glance at the mirror.

“Sharp!!!” Brielle punctuated with a lucky smile.

Finally, we stepped out carefully walking down the stairs like spinning plates together, our footsteps synchronized, our movements fluid, and our hearts beating as one. The tension was palpable, but our trust in ...