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|16| Cinderella
Riley’s POV
It’s not too late to call our fun date off, right? I was staring at my reflection in the tall mirror—feeling hesitant about getting out of my nutshell.
Yes, I got out of my cocoon when I planned this vacation, took a twelve hours plane trip, ending up sharing what I thought of as my dream suite with a cocky, sexy, annoying stranger.
Getting into a crowded place was another step I needed to take. Luciana gave me this push, but now I was rethinking my quick decision.
The quick decision landed me a date with my temporary roommate.
I got dressed, did my makeup, and hair—this would be such a waste if I stayed in the room.
I smoothed down the silky material of my spaghetti strap short red dress, trying to pull it a bit further down my thighs.
My ringtone broke the silence, breaking the focus of covering my thighs. I looked over my shoulder at the still closed bathroom door.
Who knew me
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