Chapter Five
MILA
“Is that what you’re wearing?”
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I gaze down my body at the outfit I picked out. “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” I ask Kat, who’s staring at me as if I have a third eye.
“Are you going to a Valentine’s fundraiser or a funeral?” She narrows her eyes at me, disapproval of my black shorts written all over her face.
“That depends. Considering I’m going to a church event on Valentine’s Day, it very well could be the death of my social life.”
Kat snorts. “Well, as much as I’m diggin’ this Gothic chic look, it’s gonna scare away any potential men suitors, so let me pick something out for you. Something a little less…sad.”
Rolling my eyes, I cave and take off my black dress and sneakers. I’ve been here for three weeks now, and Kat has us
