Jemma's POV
After a long, fun day of hanging out with my new friends, I was ready to see what my mate had in store for our mysterious date. He wouldn't tell me a thing about it. Not even a clue. A part of me hoped it wasn't some cliche romantic dinner thing. I was on my way back to my room when I was standing in front of the elevators. Ainsley walked up with Olivia while giggling about something. They both stopped when they saw me.
"Hi, Jemma." Ainsley greeted me. I saw she had gotten a new haircut and her nails done.
I pointed at her nails. They were painted in a leopard skin pattern. "Hey, your nails look cool," I said to her. "And I love your hair."
She smiled flipped her brown hair. "Mother and I got makeovers along with mani-pedis today."
"You look great, Ains.
