{Rylee’s P.O.V.}
“Milan, this is too much! I thought we were only going to get a dress,” I looked at Angelo, and he was carrying over ten bags worth of clothes, shoes, makeup, and other miscellaneous items she had bought for me. Anything I tried on or and liked, or she thought looked good on me, she bought and used Wyatt’s credit card. I felt horrible. “What if we use all of his money?” Milan stopped in her tracks and turned to face me.
“Use all of his money? Rylee, this is Wyatt we’re talking about,”
“Uh…I know that that’s why…”
“Gamma, I get the feeling she doesn’t know,” Angelo said behind me.
“Oh, that makes a lot of sense,”
“Did I miss something?”
“Mmm…How I can I put this where it won’t make you fa
