Chapter 74

• Lalaine POV.
• Polly skillfully created a twist with my hair, artfully placing wispy locks to enhance my facial features. The boldness of the makeup surpassed my usual style, yet the smoky eyes were surprisingly flattering. If only Del could have seen me now—she’d swear I was a different person altogether, and maybe she wouldn’t be so embarrassed about being seen out in public with me.
• Despite my confidence in my appearance, I questioned whether Nick would even acknowledge it. Polly was right—he seemed to be pissed off at the world, and I did not know why. He hadn’t even touched me since that night in the music room, the night we’d made the most beautiful music I’d ever had the pleasure of hearing, our bodies, and his piano the only instruments in the orchestra. I had to giggle-snort at myself because that sounded corny as all get out, even in my own head, but it was true.