I looked into the mirror to survey my wardrobe, and honestly and admittedly, I did feel beautiful. Max helped me with my hair, pulling part of it up into a tight bun with tendrils of mixed silver and black hair on the sides. The rest of my hair was left to fall down the length of my back, straight and silky.
“Welp, you look ready to me,” said Max as she watched me from behind. I turned around and faced my friend with a nervous look on my face. “You look good, girl,” she grinned and then approached me, taking her hand in mine. “Now, it’s time to put our plan into action.”
Her saying this aloud only made the realization of what we were about to do and the possible repercussions if we got caught come to the forefront of my thoughts. Still, one way or another, I knew that it didn’t matter. W
