~ CARA ~
“Do you have any dresses that are formal?”
I stood in the doorway to Meg’s room, heart fluttering in panic.
Meg gaped at me. “I have like one, but I don’t think it would fit you in the chest and besides, I don’t think peach is really your color.”
I slumped. “You’re right. I didn’t think about that. Damn. I didn’t think about any of this. I’ve only got ninety minutes. I’m going to have to tell Mack I can’t go.”
“Rig should have been the one to ask you, anyway,” Meg said, her forehead furrowed.
“Wait—what?!”
A shocked voice rose behind me. I turned around to find three girls standing in the hallway, one of them, a gorgeous blonde that I was pretty sure was in a sorority, was gaping at me while the other two looked on with wide eyes. “Did you say Mack? And Rig?
