ALLISON'S POV
The second Katy and I walk into 24:11, I regret nothing about the brattiest dress I own.
Men are painfully predictable so I’m not shocked to see heads turn, eyes lingering too long, and intentions written all over their faces as they undress us without even trying to be subtle.
Whatever. Let them look.
The real problem is the heat. It’s super hot in here and of course I only realize I need to pee when we’re already halfway inside the place. Perfect timing. Katy’s struggling too and I can feel it in the way she presses closer to me, her steps slowing like she might crumble before we even spot Braydon or Justin.
She’s probably already wondering why she agreed to come and I should feel the same.
But I don’t.
While she’s fighting the noise and the crowd, I’m busy plotting
