Serena’s POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror while Eleanor fussed with my hair and Zoe ransacked the jewelry box. The butterflies in my stomach were performing an entire circus routine, not because of the party, but because I still couldn't believe this was my life now—surrounded by family on my birthday for the first time in... well, forever.
"Hold still," Eleanor commanded, wielding her makeup brush like a weapon. "I can't create a masterpiece if the canvas keeps wiggling."
I tried to suppress a laugh. "Sorry. How much longer? We've been at this for nearly two hours."
"Beauty cannot be rushed," Eleanor declared dramatically. "Besides, when Ryan sees you, I want his jaw to physically hit the floor. Maybe chip a tooth or two."
Zoe approached with a velvet box. "
