“Where’s your best friend?” he demands, turning toward Allie’s room. “We need to leave now.”
“Let her finish!” I snap, but he’s already gone to her. I sigh, shaking my head. “I don’t know why he’s so impatient. One day, Allie’s gonna give him a black eye.”
“I think they’ll do just fine,” Braydon says, squeezing my hand. “I want to take photos of you.”
“We’re going to take photos at the Photowall or the red carpet if there’s one this year,” I reply, grabbing my clutch from the desk with my free hand.
“No,” he responds. “I mean personal photos. I need them. I need a new wallpaper.”
I blush as he leads me out of the room.
“Did someone say photos?” Allie calls, stepping out of her own room.
I turn to her and gasp just as her eyes light up instantly. She’s stunning in her blue dress, and
