CYNTHIA's P O V

I wasn't prepared for how quickly Stef was able to compose herself because she had already stopped crying. Even at this moment, she was already giggling as if nothing happened.

We were getting ready to go to a party that was going on right now in her neighborhood, which was located only a few blocks away from her house.

I stepped into the black, strapless dress that she had lent me, and her eyes widened, then covered her mouth at the sight of me, before a big ‘‘whoop whoop’’ came blaring from her lips as she removed the towel that was wrapped around her body.

She...