Rowena's POV.
LATER THAT Day. ...
Before I knew it, night had fallen quicker than I'd imagined. My heart and entire body seemed to be counting down the moments until the party began.
I stood in front of the mirror, holding up two dresses like my entire life depended on them.
One was a short, black, glittery thing—tight enough to cling to every curve, with a plunging neckline and a slit so high it basically waved hello to my thigh. The kind of dress that screamed bite me, daddy.
The other was a soft lavender one with long sleeves and a modest neckline. Sweet. Safe. The kind of dress that whispered, I’m just here for the juice bar.
Cindy sat on the bed with a bowl of chips, judging me like a full-time job.
“You do know you look like you’re deciding whether to go to church or a strip
