CHAPTER EIGHT THREE
“Too revealing,” I said, clutching the towel tighter around my chest.
“This is the twelfth dress and literally one of the most decent ones I own,”
“And I’m not a slut,” I snapped, straightening my wet hair. Ian would be here in a couple of minutes and I had not found anything decent to wear yet.
“Chill. Its just a dress and its not even-“
“Its not just a dress, okay? I don’t want his parents thinking I’m a slut or anything because I’m not. I’m not a slut,”
“Okay, what is going on with you? Is this about that kiss with Lucian?” she crossed her arms.
“Chase told you,” I stated in realization,” I knew he’d tell you. I mean, how could he not? You are the girl he is interested in and he literally dragged me there. I swear I didn’t mean to kiss him like that,”
“Chase
