Mia's POV:

Now, what do I do?

It was already Sunday. The gala was tonight and although I had every other thing planned, I still didn't have a date plan.

I grabbed an apple, scratching it with my claws. I rolled it on the table, leaving scratches here and there. Melanie walked into the kitchen and shook her head. “It's like I own a cat.” She grabbed a jug of orange juice and placed it on the island.

From the pantry, she grabbed a loaf of bread she'd gotten from the store yesterday ...