Chapter 88. A Little Risk, a Lot of Trouble

2014

Amelia’s POV

Kaylee and I were going dress shopping together. Or, more accurately, Kaylee was dragging me to find a dress because she refused to let me show up in something “tragic and uninspired.”

“I swear to God, Amelia, if you even look at a dress that’s navy blue, I will set it on fire.”

“Why navy blue?”

“Because it’s boring.”

“It’s classic.”

“It’s basic.”

“I am basic.”

She groaned. “You are killing me.”

We were in the middle of trying on dresses when my phone buzzed.

Adrian: I’m bored.

I snorted, typing back.

Me: Sounds like a you problem.

He replied instantly.

Adrian: Where are you?

Me: Shopping.

Adrian: What kind of shopping?

Me: Prom dresses.

Adrian: Can I come?

I gaped at my phone.

Me: No??

Adrian: Why not?

Me: Because you’re not supposed to see the dress before prom!

Adrian: …isn’t that a wedding thing?

I h