Zina POV
"This is impossible," I muttered to myself, flopping onto the bed in defeat. My head hit a pillow, and I groaned into it.
Why did I even agree to this? Jared's cryptic smirks and stupid black card had me hooked like a fish on a line. He didn't even tell me what I was walking into! All he said was, "Trust me," like that was supposed to make me feel better.
But I wanted to know. That was the worst part. I wanted to know what he meant about the truth, about us.
I sat up, rubbing my face, and glanced at the clock on my bedside table. I had two hours before I had to leave, and I still didn't have a clue what to wear.
Then it hit me.
"Oh no," I said, my voice breaking into a groan. "I forgot to go shopping!"
I slapped my forehead. I'd been so caught up with Jared's mystery act and obsessing over the memory of us in that hallway that I completely forgot to get a dress.
