Chapter 77

I'm brushing my hair while looking at myself in the mirror. For the first time in my life, I'm wearing a dress. I even put mascara on! I'm not sure what Wyatt's taste in women is, but I'm trying hard to look presentable. Black suits me, and I love the way the dress hugs me.

"Maeve?" My mother walks into my room, gasping when she sees my reflection. A smile tugs on her lips. "You look beautiful!"

I beam at her, happy at the compliment. "Thank you!"

"Let me fix your hair."

I stand idle, letting my mother brush my long hair to the right side of my shoulder. She combs her fingers through my brown locks, reaching for my table to pick up a hair ornament and place it in my hair. It's a blue butterfly with glitter on it.

"There," My mother smiles. "Wyatt will drop his jaw to the ground seeing you tonight."

I blush. "You think so?"

"He would have to be blind if that weren't the case," My mother leans in to kiss my forehead. "Good luck tonight.