Kira’s POV
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Gia, for what felt like the hundredth time. Maybe the thousandth.
Gia, of course, didn’t pause for a second as she walked out of the car. “Girl… yes.”
“I don’t know, Gia,” I hesitated. “We should probably go back home. It’s almost time for dinner.”
She whipped her head toward me so fast. “Dinner? You’re thinking about dinner right now?”
“Yes,” I replied, tugging down the hem of the dress she practically forced on me. It was very short. Very, very short. Like, if-I-sneeze-it’s-over short. The fabric clung to my body like a second skin, and for what felt like the millionth time, I tried to pull it down and cover something. Anything.
“Gia, seriously, I don’t think—”
“No, Kira. Don’t start.” She cut me off with a finger pointed in my face. “
