_Lisa's POV_
It was finally the night of the date.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room, staring at my reflection with a frown. Clothes were scattered across the bed, the floor, and even the armchair in the corner. Tops, dresses, jeans and jackets. Nothing felt right.
My heart beat faster than it should have. It was just a date. Not even a real one. Just a night out. A break from all the chaos. No rogues, no Kael, no drama. Just me and Rylan.
Still, my hands trembled as I held up another dress, then tossed it aside with a sigh.
“What am I doing?” I muttered to myself. “It’s not like I have to impress him.”
Sierra stirred in my mind.
You sure about that?
I groaned. “He’s just being nice.”
He likes you. And you like him. Admit it.
“I don’t even know what I feel,” I
