#Chapter218

Lynnex's POV

"Speak" I practically demand when her eyes travel around my bedroom with wonder

Ugh.

This is why I never invite people into my room.

She clears her throat and neatly sets the dresses down on the end of my bed.

I hope those aren't ugly.

She takes a seat across from me on my floor, respecting my wishes about personal space.

I know nothing about her.

Plus, germs.

"Isabella and I met at a Christmas party," she begins in a calm tone

I stare at her with a blank face, not wanting to give any of my emotions away.

"I ran into her when I was trying...