Camila’s POV
“I could just show up at Miles's party on these jeans and Tshirt, you know.” I said to Dylan as we got into the cab that would take us to Miles's hotel room.
She had texted me this morning to let me know she would be staying at a hotel that was near the dock so that it would be easy to get to the ship before it sailed.
For some reason, she had chosen to throw a party on the ship, but I wasn’t that surprised. She was a Klein, and she was rich and famous in her own world, so she could do whatever she wanted and get away with it.
“And then I’m sure you would complain to me later about how awkward and out of place you feel.” Dylan said, rolling her eyes at me.
I grinned, lifting my shoulders in a shrug. “I mean, it’s better than having to be dolled up like some runway mod
