You’re telling me all that happened today?” Samantha asked, throwing a set of clothes on top of Mia’s bed. She was already dressed in her pajamas, wrapped her ginger hair up in a bun.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Mia comb her tangled hair in front of the mirror.
“You know I don’t make things up,” Mia replied, her voice tired. “It’s been one drama after another. To be honest, I’m done worrying about it.” She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away.
Samantha picked up a black silk top from the stack and held it up. “What about this? It screams edgy-but-cute, right?”
Mia barely glanced at it before flopping back onto the bed with a groan. “I don’t even want to go. I should just cancel, Sam. I’m serious.”
“You dare not cancel!” Samantha spun around dramatically,
