Kianna's PoV:
I stared at my reflection in the dorm mirror, tugging at the hem of the black dress Lesley had practically forced me into.
It was simple—satin, off-the-shoulder, with a slit that felt far too daring for my mood—but she'd insisted it made me look "mysterious and untouchable."
Right now I just felt exposed and vulnerable, like everyone would see the mess inside me if they looked too close.
Lesley bounced on her bed behind me, curling the last section of her hair. "You sure you don't want me to do yours? Loose waves would be so cute."
"I'm good," I muttered, running my fingers through my straight hair one more time. It fell like a curtain around my face, a shield I desperately needed tonight.
