VANESSA

Cara didn't give me many options.

One minute I was still staring at my barely touched pancakes, going over the way Blake had said her name so naturally; the next, she was hooking her arm with mine and dragging me toward the waiting SUV as if we'd been best friends for years.

“Blake said you need to revamp your entire wardrobe for the upcoming events,” she chirped, her golden-brown hair bouncing with every step. “And trust me, honey, you don’t want to face the pack elders in something fr