I Want You Back
I had no desire to party, to dance, to pretend everything was fine when my life at Oxwell had spiraled into chaos I could no longer control.
Summer burst into the room like a surge of energy, already dressed in a shimmering silver gown that seemed to shout “look at me.” She stopped behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders and meeting my gaze in the mirror with that smile I knew was half support, half stubbornness. “Annie, you’re a knockout,” she said, squeezing my shoulders firmly.
“Seriously, look at you! This is our day, okay? We’re not letting anything—or anyone—ruin it. Not Abby, not Madison, not Caleb, not a single soul.”