Serena’s POV
My hands shook, with my pink lace bodysuit clinging to my sweat-damp skin as Lila’s arms wrapped around me.
The memory of the VIP’s rough hands, his sour kiss, and his violent grip on my hair still burned through me. I had kicked him where it hurt and fled, but the violation clung like a parasite. Lila’s eyes are sharp with worry, softened as she holds me. “You’re okay now, Serena,” she whispered,holding me firmly. “That creep is a monster. But you’re stronger than him, than all of this.”
I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. “I hate this, Lila,” I choked out. “I can’t keep doing this.” She squeezed me tighter, her strength pulling me back from the edge, as we headed inside, her arm around my shoulders as we walked slowly to the dressing room.
The dressing room felt silent wh
