Lina's POV
By the time I made it back to my apartment building that evening, Chloe was waiting by the entrance in a red dress that probably cost more than my monthly rent. She looked like she was ready for a magazine photoshoot.
"Hey there, hot stuff!" she called out, striking a dramatic pose. "Don't I look absolutely devastating?"
"You look incredible," I admitted, taking in her flawless makeup and the way that dress hugged her like it was custom-made. "Very 'rich girl picks up her first luxury car' chic."
She chattered excitedly about the dealership experience, how she'd gotten all dolled up for the occasion because "first impressions matter, even with inanimate objects." But after a few minutes, she pressed her hand to her throat dramatically.
"All this talking has made
