Abigail’s POV
The day of the dance arrives faster than I expect, and with it comes a tangle of emotions I can’t quite sort through.
My room is a mess of scattered shoes, makeup, and rejected outfits, and yet I still haven’t decided what to wear.
The pale blue dress hanging on my closet door seems like the best choice, but I can’t bring myself to put it on.
Nathan’s words from the night before replay in my head on an endless loop:
You’ll regret this.
I don’t know why his warning bothers me so much. It shouldn’t. Luca is kind, charming, and easy to be around.
A part of me wonders if Nathan’s outburst was nothing more than his usual brand of arrogance.
But another part—the part I try to ignore—questions if there’s more to it than that.
I shake my head and glance at the clock. Ti
