AELIA REVA
Victoria practically drags me up the stairs, her heels clicking like war drums against the wood, the sound of the twins' bickering echoing behind us as they argue over music and who's in charge of the grill.
"They're going to kill each other before this party even starts," I mutter, stumbling to keep up with her energy.
"Good," Victoria throws over her shoulder. "Less competition for the food."
Before I can laugh, she shoves me into her room....and it's chaos. Absolute chaos. Dresses draped over the bed, jewelry scattered across the vanity, shoes lined up like soldiers on the floor. It looks less like a bedroom and more like a boutique exploded.
"Alright, M'lady," she declares, clapping her hands like a general before battle. "Tonight, we make you shine."
