Isla POV

Sunday arrived more quickly than I expected. Carmilla had spent the past few days teaching me everything I needed to know about dressing up. We even went shopping on Saturday – a whole makeup set, new outfits, the works.

I wasn't perfect at it yet, but it felt good to finally learn how to do this for myself.

I parked in front of my parents' house. Carmilla sat in the passenger seat, unbuckling her seatbelt.

"Your parents have a nice place," she said.

"They do." I sighed. "But not so great memories."

Carmilla reached over and squeezed my hand. "Well, today you're not walking in alone. And you're...