CHAPTER 37

SABRINA’S POV

I made myself a bit more presentable before my mom arrived.

I was changing from the casual halter-neck mini pastel-colored flowery dress—realizing it was showing belt marks and slap prints—into a black turtleneck mini dress with full sleeves when the sound of the knob turning made my heart skip a beat.

Willing my heart to calm as I assured myself it could be my mom, although she'd never intrude on my privacy without yelling my name or seeking my ...