The Hockey Star Regret
I said, rolling my eyes but smiling all the same.
“Bye, Cinderella.”
The call ended, leaving me staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Maybe Mark was right. Maybe this was my chance to stop feeling like an outsider and start believing I deserved to stand beside Hayden, really stand beside him, not as the girl who got lucky, but as the one he chose.
By the time evening rolled around, my nerves were barely contained.
The gown Hayden helped me pick out hung from the door, a soft champagne color that shimmered under the light, simple but elegant. When I finally slipped it on and looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself.