“Are you sure this dress looks okay?” Tabitha asks, standing in front of me shyly in a blue babydoll dress.
Lying on my bed and sucking on a raspberry licorice swirl while swinging my legs in the air, I mull over her outfit. “You look awesome.”
It’s funny that I have no qualms about her being here. When I told her I was staying at Night Cats, she just smiled and asked if it would be okay to hang out here rather than at her place. I knew it had to do with her mother, and quite frankly, I prefer it here where we both can be ourselves.
“You think? I don’t look overdressed or—”
I throw the end of my licorice at her and sit up.
“Stop that. You look f*****g amazing. I’m sure Tristan will think the same.”
Tabitha blushes. She bashfully confessed she’s sweet on him, but she’s adamant she doe
