SOPHIA
As it turns out, Neha is an expert at makeup. By the time she’s done, I’ve calmed myself down and I’m only focusing on how good I look. I ignore the fact that I want to peel off the makeup because my skin is literally itching. I also ignore the way the dress clings to me; making me feel super uncomfortable.
I mean, all the girls can do it. Why am I feeling so weird in it? I quickly tell Neha how awesome she is and slip out of her room.
I capture my lower lip between my teeth as I wander in the hallways and wonder how I can possibly escape having to confront Abdallah.
What is his problem, anyway? Can’t he just focus on his life and pretend that I don’t exist? And, why oh why, does he call me sweetheart? Do I look or sound like one?
As if on cue, Abdallah strides out of the roo
