Freda’s POV

As I stood in front of the mirror, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions, Hardin had asked me to dress up and go out with him, but my heart was still mourning Jake. The pain of losing him was still fresh even though our part didn't end well, I wasn't sure if I was ready to move on.

But, I felt like I had no choice. I didn't want to see Hardin hurt anyone else, especially Miranda and I didn't want to cause any more pain myself. So, with a heavy sigh, I began to get dressed.

I picked out an outfit that I thought would please Hardin,...