Mariah POV
It’s been three weeks since Mila saw us together in Nick’s hotel room, but things have been quiet—too quiet for my liking. I have a feeling she is plotting something, especially the way she looks at me and gives me those little smirks. I have a bad feeling, but Nick assures me she wouldn’t dare say anything; she knows what’s good for her, so I try to push it out of my mind and calm down.
My 18th birthday is in two weeks. Rose, Nancy, and I are going to the mall to get our outfits for my party. We go from store to store looking for our dresses, accessories, shoes, and matching lingerie sets. We are all looking for either red or black dresses since I’m having a red and black party. I made sure my mom put in the invitation the dress code.
“What color are you choosing, Mariah?" N
