Mikayla POV
I took one last look in the mirror and let out a deep breath. My stomach churned, and my fingers tingled. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous. Was it Richie’s confidence? Or the way Jared had knocked mine down a few notches? Or maybe it was that I hadn’t seen Rafe since Tuesday evening; his absence left a hollow feeling inside my chest. What the hell was up with that?
I adjust the straps on the black lacy cami top that I paired with some tight, dark blue jeans and grab the black jacket off the bed, slipping it on as I rush down the stairs, late.
“You look nice,” Dad smiles as I grab my bag and root through it, getting my keys out so I can put them into the small black handbag I am taking with me tonight.
“You're showing a bit too much skin, Kay; seriously, go change your to
