ALEXA

I stood before my bedroom mirror, the lighting hitting the cobalt blue fabric of my dress in a way that made it shimmer like the ocean. It was short—shorter than anything I’d ever dared to wear—and the sweetheart neckline dipped low enough to showcase the results of my desperate cleavage enhancing bra search on goggle.

I grabbed my phone, which was propped up against a stack of art history books, and hit the group video call.

As expected, Jenna and Ava’s faces popped up instantly, their backgrounds were a haze of their own messy rooms.

"Oh, boy!" Jenna’s voice rang through the speakers, her eyes going saucepan wide. "Alexa,...