Makenna’s POV.

I shook my head as I sifted through racks of sexy dresses in the clothing store Yas had recommended, sighing loudly. As much as I liked getting new clothes—comfortable clothes—I didn't like shopping. Not one bit.

Yas had screamed with excitement when I'd asked her for a makeover. According to her, it had been her dream to give me one, and she couldn't wait to see the result. She'd also teased me and then promptly booked a spa session for me, even though I had ...