Savanna’s P O V

My shaky hand pulled out leggings and a white shirt before whipping around to look straight into his dark eyes. “I started to work as a waitress in this club. And they told me to wear something sexy,” I brushed my fingers over my hair, trying to look confident with the answer I gave him. “You prefer me to become a waitress than an artist, right?”

I wanted to tell him I was with Kaden, his best friend. We had an amazing time and I didn’t want it to end ...