Elena's POV

"Stop moving, or I'll poke your eye out."

My stylist held the mascara wand dangerously close to my face as I shifted in my chair.

"Sorry," I muttered, forcing myself to sit still.

Friday had arrived faster than I’d expected.

One minute I was sitting with Caleb in his car preparing, and the next, I was here getting ready for the night that suddenly felt a lot bigger than just another business event.

My dress hung on the back of the bathroom door, deep emerald green, ...