Rick POV
“Oh my gawd, this is so tacky,” Brea looks around the room with a look of disgust.
“Your spray tan is tacky,” I muttered under my breath.
“What?” She looks at me, the thick makeup between her eyes creasing and cracking as she furrows her brows.
“Nothing,” I sighed.
This has been hell so far. Brea was complaining all through dinner and on the drive here. She even complained about my cummerbund and tie not being the right color or shade. Something annoying like that. I don’t know how much more of her I can take.
Looking around the room, I cringe at the decorations. It really is tacky, but it’s prom. Why wouldn’t it be?
Man, I wish I was here with Axel and not this prissy mess of a she-wolf. I already have an orange smear from her make-up on the front of my jacket. It wouldn’
