Leona’s POV
I walk into the house and it feels like someone hit the volume control on my chest — my heart starts beating like it wants to leap out. I don’t even know how to feel. All I know is: This is my first real party. And I’m the only one in a uniform wrapped in jeans and a hoodie.
I quickly find my way to the restroom before more people notices what I was putting on. I remove my hoodie and put on my mini skirt. I look at the reflection of myself as I put on my lip gloss. My red lips shining, my stomach revealing itself.
Music thumps so hard I can feel the beat in my ears when I step back outside. Neon lights hate my pupils. I squint and touch my chest. My breath is shallow. I take a step forward, look around, and freeze because there he is — Enzo — leaning against a wall like he’s
