Chapter 45

Makenna’s POV. The neon lights of the Cabana Club flashed in vibrant colors, casting a surreal glow over the long line of eager patrons waiting to get inside. The bass of the music thumped through the walls, promising a night of dancing and revelry. It was a typical Sunday night, but for this club, typical meant crowded and buzzing with energy. I stood outside, feeling a knot of reluctance in my stomach. Yas, on the other hand, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, practically vibrating with excitement. She had insisted on lending me one of her dresses – a tight, red number that clung to my curves in a way that made me feel very exposed and self-conscious, the deep V-neckline revealing more than I was comfortable with. “Kenna, come on!” Yas grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the entrance. “This is going to be so much fun. Trust me, you need this.” I sighed, casting one last doubtful glance at my reflection in the glass door. “I don’t know, Yas. This dress… it’s not really me.” “E