Riley was freaking out.
She was dressed in a blue knee-length dress that Britney had forced her to buy yesterday, while her hair was tied into a messy bun at the top of her head. Her face was bare, without any makeup, because—apparently—Britney and Chloe didn’t think she needed it.
She was sitting on the bed, for the first time nervous to be seen by Sebastian Harrison.
Why?
She had no idea.
She had met him plenty of times, and—most of those times—she had been dressed in a far worse way than she was now. But today, she felt different. She felt self-conscious. She felt as if she was meeting him for the first time.
And the fact that they almost kissed—and she almost let him kiss her—wasn’t helping either.
Oh, God! Why did she do that? Why did she think it was absolutely alright to kiss
