A few months later…

“Are you sure about this?”

I turned away from the bathroom mirror, the curling iron still wrapped around a section of my hair. Zaine leaned against the doorway, watching me with a frown on his face. I hated him looking so glum like that, especially with where we were going tonight.

“It won’t be that bad.” Trying to reassure him as best as I can.

He crossed his arms over his ...