Nova’s POV “Party, party, yeahhh!” Eli screamed right in my ear, and if I lost hearing in one side, he was absolutely to blame. Clothes flew around my room like confetti as he raided my closet, muttering under his breath and rejecting every outfit I’d neatly picked out earlier. Apparently, in Eli’s words, none of them fit the vibe. Let me rewind for context, so this boy showed up at my door at five o’clock sharp, a whole hour earlier than promised, dragging a massive bag stuffed with his own wardrobe. His excuse? He was sure that whatever I’d chosen to wear “definitely wouldn’t cut it.” Excuse me? I could dress myself perfectly fine, thank you very much. Okay, maybe not as well as Eli fine, maybe not half as well as Eli, but still, I was trying here. “So,” he announced dramatically, holding up two random options like they were trophies. “Pick a lane, love: trousers or gown.” He wiggled them in my face until I swatted him away, giggling despite myself. “And before you can answer
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