NINA POV

The next day, I shopped with Annabel. One store to another, she had me in the search of the perfect dress. The only problem was, I wanted to go back to the apartment and hide behind closed doors.

This was the one part of town Lydia frequented often.

High-end boutiques. Gourmet coffee shops. Fancy restaurants. I was out of place.

“Oh, my god. Stop worrying,” Annabel groaned for the hundredth time. “If we run into them, who cares? They can’t do anything to you.”

“I know, I ...