“Did I miss something?”
I reached up and shoved my fingers through the tangled mess of my wig, letting out a slow breath. “I need to pull myself together. If your dad sees me like this, he’ll think you’ve fallen in with the wrong crowd.”
Hailee snorted. “Please. My dad has outdated ideas, sure, but you’ve got that cool-but-dangerous vibe going on. He’ll like you once he gets past the mascara.”
“I’m not taking chances,” I said, already opening the car door. “Not tonight.”
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Inside the hotel, I headed straight for the bathroom while Hailee flopped onto the couch, scrolling idly through her phone.
“Take your time,” she called. “I’ll just mentally prepare myself for the life-changing pasta.”
I rinsed my face, carefully removing every trace of the heavy makeup that had once acted like ar
