Mia's POV
I was staring at my mark in the bathroom mirror of our house. We went back to change, and i had to see for myself what Harlow was talking about. I try not to look at the stupid thing. It's just a reminder of the shitty deck of cards i've been dealt. I traced the scare with my fingertips. Harlow was right. It was fading, but why? Neither one of us rejected each other. This really shouldn't be happening.
I stood in the bathroom longer than i should've. There was no part of this that was making any sense to me. I couldn't wrap my head around how this was possible. I about smacked my head on the bathroom mirror when Gabby barged in. "Are you going to stare at it all night, or are we going to head to the bar and actually enjoy ourselves?"
She put her hand up in front of her. "Dont
