Chapter 66: Trying Too Hard
Lizzie
The fitting room curtain felt heavier than it should have, a thick velvet barrier between the old me and whatever version of myself was about to step into the spotlight.
My heart hammered against my ribs like it was trying to escape, equal parts terror and the kind of giddy thrill I hadn’t felt since I was a kid waiting for Christmas morning.
I smoothed my hands down the front of the dress one last time, the fabric cool and silky under my palms, then took a deep breath that tasted faintly of the boutique’s vanilla-rose diffuser.
“Are you ready?” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper but laced with excitement I couldn’t contain.
From the other side, Savannah’s reply came instantly, and impatiently. “Yes! Come on out, Lizzie. I’m dying of
