Chapter 5
Rebecca’s heart beat wildly as Bart’s hand pressed against hers.
She’d never worn a dress like this in her life. The hot pink and her cherry-red hair should clash, but Bart’s ‘Bellisma’ in the store convinced her she looked as pretty as she felt. The moon was in the sky now, not that time mattered. She didn’t have a curfew.
Now her skin had goosebumps. The closest she’d come to anything so fancy was borrowing something from Melissa’s closet, including her prom dress. If she'd accidentally ruined that, she could have paid to replace it.
But in this dress… she’d never be able to replace it. Ever.
The soft fabric felt comfortable against her skin.
Now they were in the limo, heading to his family’s party, and she was wearing his family’s label.
Maybe she should have looked up
