Arianna’s POV
The sun creeping through my curtains felt rude and disrespectful. I groaned and rolled deeper into my sheets, willing the world to disappear.
A day off.
Killian McLeod actually gave me a day off. Although, he didn’t say it kindly — more like an order tossed over his shoulder as he left the airport.
But still.
I intended to spend the entire day horizontal, feral, and unreachable. Until Camille barged into my apartment like a woman sent by the gods to ruin my peace.
She burst into my room wearing ripped jeans, a red crop top, and enough confidence to power a small city.
“BABE. Get up.”
“No,” I muttered into my pillow.
“Yes,” she sang. “We’re going on a double date.”
That got me sitting up. “I’m sorry — we?”
She held two dresses in her hands, waving them like flags
