THIRD PERSON POV

The time came faster than Hailey expected. The soft hum of music floated through the air, mixing with the clinking of glasses and the distant chatter of arriving guests.

A knock sounded on her door and before she could reply it was pushed open. It was her father’s team of stylists. Twelve of them.

Hailey almost groaned when they came marching in, carrying boxes, makeup kits, and racks of clothes, all expensive looking. She rolled her eyes as they set up quickly in her ...