Isla POV
Sunday arrived more quickly than I expected. Carmilla had spent the past few days teaching me everything I needed to know about dressing up. We even went shopping on Saturday – a whole makeup set, new outfits, the works.
I wasn't perfect at it yet, but it felt good to finally learn how to do this for myself.
I parked in front of my parents' house. Carmilla sat in the passenger seat, unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Your parents have a nice place," she said.
"They do." I sighed. "But not so great memories."
Carmilla reached over and squeezed my hand. "Well, today you're not walking in alone. And you're not walking in as the same person who used to live here."
I looked at her. "What do you mean?"
She grinned. "You look hot. You have me. And you finally stopped caring what they thin
