No Jacket Required

Hadley’s POV

“Perfecto,” Tab declared, grinning like she’d just won a styling competition. She stood back with her hands on her hips, admiring her masterpiece—me.

I glanced at my reflection again.

Black crop top. Floral skirt with a daring slit that made me feel a little too seen. My blonde hair was flat-ironed and tucked neatly behind one ear, my lips glossy pink, lashes curled, eyes lined like I