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SKIMMING my hands down the stretchy electric-blue fabric of the dress I was wearing, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Even I had to admit that I looked great. I’d gone a little heavier on the eye makeup, lighter on the face, and painted my lips a bright red. Maeve was going to have a fucking aneurysm when she saw me.

With one final check of my reflection, I grabbed my phone and sw