AZALEA’S POV
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I can't do this... Can I?
My eyes narrow as the water rises up my throat, slowly drowning me.
It feels highly inappropriate to go to this...dinner? Date?
I wish he told me what this is, what he was trying to accomplish with taking me out.
I'd honestly rather be taken out by an assassin than go out to dinner tonight.
My heart races as the lights of Corbin's car shines through the window, giving my room a warm glow that should be comforting, but it isn't.
My head spins, becoming light as my gaze zones out.
Lyra's in bed.
Mom's in bed with a book she got from the book club she joined to just do something, and me?
I'm wearing a black dress that goes down to my ankles, a slit that gives my legs air to breathe, and a v-cut dress with straps so thin that I'm afraid the
