Shyla's POV:
Ish and Luther were waiting patiently in the living room. Their eyes widened upon seeing us, and I suddenly felt exposed and a little insecure playing pretend with actual people around. They all knew this wasn't me; what was I thinking? I turned back towards Noemi’s room because maybe I did need the jacket, but Noemi, sensing my discomfort, nudged me in the arm, "You look amazing! Own that s**t," she whispered so only I could hear before she trotted off to Luther's waiting embrace.
She made it sound so easy, and I’m sure it was for her. What does it mean to own it? How do I go about owning it? I ran a hand through my silky strands, suddenly missing the big curls I normally hide behind when I feel anxious. Just breathe, Shyla... everything will be fine; tonight will be fun.
