Hailey’s POV
By the time we finished getting dressed, my nerves were doing this slow, restless hum under my skin.
I stood in front of Violet’s mirror, staring at my reflection like it belonged to someone else. The costume hugged me in places I wasn’t used to being hugged, dipped low, clung high, and left very little to the imagination.
I felt… exposed.
And impossibly sexy.
I shifted my weight, adjusting a strap. “I feel ridiculous.”
Violet snorted, finishing her eyeliner. “You look illegal. There’s a difference.”
I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks were warm. “I’m serious. What if I trip? Or spill something? Or—”
“Hailey,” she interrupted, turning to face me, “breathe. You look hot. Not ‘trying to be hot.’ Just… hot.”
That did something strange to my chest.
I grabbed my jacket anywa
