THE DATE
~MAYA'S POV~
I was wearing a sweater I had not washed in three days and jeans that hung loose around my hips. In the bathroom mirror, I tried to find the girl who had been in Aspen.
The girl who had worn a nice dress at least and diamonds.
But she was not there, just me. Maya from Queens, smudges under my eyes, and zero balance on my tuition account.
My phone buzzed.
Liam: 'I'm downstairs. No rush :)'
The smiley face made my stomach turn. It feels so open, so easy. Silas didn't use emojis, silas used terms. He used silence.
"Stop it," I muttered to my reflection. "You are going on a date. A normal date." My hand went to my throat. Under my sweater, the choker was there. I had put it on this morning without thinking.
It has become a habit, one I refuse to kill but I cou
