Elena.

I let out a long breath, scanning the decorations we had put up one last time. The doors would be opening for the dance any second now, and our hard work was either going to be a massive hit or, well, an absolute disaster.

I checked the food table one last time, making sure nothing was missing. Several trays were neatly arranged, drinks were lined up at the edge of the table, and all the food I'd prepped since the afternoon still looked fresh and ready to serve.

I brushed a tiny speck of paint off the tip of my finger.

"Come on," Jane nagged Sasha, who was putting...