Chapter 87. Dinner with the Greysons

Teyana’s POV

Staring into the mirror, I could barely recognize myself. But I felt better in these clothes than my usuals. The normal nerdy me would wear something hideous and plain then put on my big glasses.

But I wasn’t her anymore.

I hadn’t even worn them since Zayne put one off me during the biker’s hangout night. A crazy night. A lot has really changed since I moved to Los Alamos.

I dropped the romance book I was reading earlier. Zayne was calling. He was here to pick me up.

“Coming.” I replied and ended the call. I turned in front of the mirror to access myself one last time. The red top I had on was showing a hint of cleavage; my bustiness was very obvious tonight—paired with a three-quarter black leather skirt that had a high slit in the front, stopping in the middle of my thigh. Black heels completed the look, and my naturally blessed long hair framed my face neatly. I’d brushed on mascara and lip gloss too.

When Carol bought me th