Jessica's POV
The chill of the dressing room was no match for my anxiety. I had convinced myself Ethan Blackwood was already thousands of miles away, but somehow, after a brief moment of respite, my mind had gone back to overthinking terrible scenarios.
"Earth to Mia," Anastasia Stonehart, or Stasia as she preferred, chirped and struck a funny pose. "You look like you're solving a database query, not trying on a cocktail dress. Not excited about the Stonehart dinner?"
"No offense, but it's your parents, Stasia," I sighed. "You know how I feel about having to always keep myself from shutting my pants around them. I'm surprised that you're even interested in attending."
Stasia cackled in her spiced wine-colored dress. "None taken. But be like me. Hating them is half the fun! I
