Staring into the mirror, I could barely recognize myself. But I felt better in these clothes than my usuals. The normal nerdy me would wear something hideous and plain then put on my big glasses.
But I wasn’t her anymore.
I hadn’t even worn them since Zayne put one off me during the biker’s hangout night. A crazy night. A lot has really changed since I moved to Los Alamos.
I dropped the romance book I was reading earlier. Zayne was calling. He was here to pick me up.
“Coming.” I replied and ended the call. I turned in front of the mirror to access myself one last time. The red top I had on was showing a hint of cleavage; my bustiness was very obvious tonight—paired with a three-quarter black leather skirt that had a high slit in the front, stopping in the middle of my thigh. Black h
