Lina's POV
The moment Adrian helped me out of the car, a familiar, excited shriek of "Mommy!" nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.
I mean, sure, my best friend had jokingly called me that a million times before, but I was still not used to it. At all.
Chloe looked absolutely stunning tonight in a lavender gown that hugged her curves perfectly.
Her makeup was bold and glamorous—honestly, you'd think she was here to pick out a fiancé or something. But I knew better.
She'd dressed up entirely for me, her best friend, to prove that life with the Sinclairs was treating her well.
She wanted me to stop worrying about her.
"Look at me! Am I not gorgeous?" she gushed, twirling in place. "I gained like half a pound recently—do you think I need to increase my training intensity?
