Ylana POV

Nerves were eating away at Ylana as she tried on a fifth dress for the dinner she was being forced to attend at her father’s penthouse.

Ginger was sprawled out on Ylana’s bed still in leggings and a sweatshirt. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out.”

“Gee. What could possibly be the reason?” Ylana stepped out of her walk-in closet to model the dress for Ginger – a strapless baby-blue with a pleated skirt. As she posed, she ...