Claire Danes Young Novels & Stories

CLAIRE'S POV When I glanced at my phone and saw it was five minutes before 9, I decided to attend Brad's birthday. It won't do any harm to mingle. The dress I chose was a sleek, black off-shoulder gown that hugged my curves just right and stopped mid-thigh, revealing just enough without trying too hard. I paired it with silver stilettos and dangly diamond earrings. My makeup was subtle but polished—smokey eyes, nude lips, and just a hint of highlighter on my cheekbones. I checked my reflection one last time in the mirror and gave myself a curt nod. “You’ve got this, Claire.”