Amira's POV

Her gaze was fixed on the man next to me, and when she made eye contact with mine, her pupils dilated and she took slow, steady steps towards me. Donald was clearly trying to get her attention, but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. He sighed and mouthed "sorry," my way. The only reason I was afraid of Chloe was that she was like a mother to me, constantly questioning me whenever I met a guy.

"Who is this?" Her lips curled into a sweet smile.

"My name is Skyler, nice meeting you," he said as he extended his hand for her to shake.

When...