Wren
“This is not a good idea,” I mutter to Ellora as we walk up to Maleah’s gorgeous brownstone for her Friendsmas celebration. I swallow hard, looking down at my sparkly red dress and thigh-high boots for the thousandth time.
“It’s fine, Wren. I mean, she invited us. It’s not like we’re crashing the freaking party. Now loosen up and stop fidgeting because you look great.” Ellora retorts.
I glare at my best friend as she ignores the obvious, “Did you forget that Trace is attending this party too?”
Her lips curl with derision, “Who cares if that asshole shows up? Seriously, you can’t let him ruin your fun?” she wraps her arms around mine and pulls me into the beautifully decorated door, “Plus, you’re not a coward. Now, let’s go and have some fun.”
I puff out an exasperated b
