Page 115 of Their Wicked Secrets: Untouched, Vol 5 of 6

He waits for me to get in all the way and closes the door before climbing into the backseat with Kenz.

“Thanks for doing this, Mrs. D.” Kenz blows out a breath. “It’s tense as—uh...”

I snicker knowing she wants to say fuck.

“It’s okay, Kenz. I know things aren’t normal.” Mom drives to the store. “But today we’re going to do this old school. That means everyone put your phones in the glove box, and you’ll get them back after lunch.”

Nice. I get Kenz’s and Caden’s phones and put them in the glove box along with mine and Mom’s. At least we’ll be able to speak somewhat freely in the store.

“Great.” Mom pulls into the parking lot and grabs a spot. We all get out, and Caden takes my hand, weaving his fingers with mine.

The store just sells dresses for formals. Kenz and I came here last year to look for her prom dress.

“What do we want? Short? Long? Revealing? Modest? Slutty?” Kenz grabs the door and smirks at my blush.

Caden squeezes my hand as we enter the shop. He releases me and heads off down the aisles like he’s on a mission.

“Couldn’t get away without backup?” Mom asks. Her gaze follows Caden as he circles the whole store and then comes back to us.

He gives her a nod and then sits in a chair beside the doors. My faithful guard. I run my hand through his hair and he smirks up at me. My heart squeezes.

Mom leads me and Kenz deeper into the store, where a clerk finds us.

“Homecoming?” she asks, looking over me and then Kenz.

“I’m on the court.” I’m not sure why that slips out, but her eyes widen in alarm.

“Tonight?” She presses her hand against her heart like I said I was dying. She glances around at the dresses.

“Yes, tonight.” I feel it’s necessary to explain. “My dress got ruined.”

Her look softens, and she becomes determined.

“Okay, no time for alterations. We’ll have to find something off the rack.” She looks me up and down.

I tug at my blue t-shirt. I should have done this yesterday after school instead of sinking into Nico’s bed. But Nico and I needed that time together.

“I think we might be able to find your size over here.” She leads the way, and I follow with Kenz and Mom behind me. She looks me over one more time and starts pulling dresses.

Turning, she puts a bunch in my arms. “I take it we’re doing this during lunch time?”

I glance at Mom.

She steps forward. “Yes, sorry, we’re in a hurry.”

“No problem.” She grabs another bunch and hands them to Kenz. “You two head to the dressing rooms, and your mom and I will go through what’s left.”

We head to the dressing room and hang up the dresses one by one. Of the ten she picked out, we both agree to discard five of them without even trying them on.

“Good luck.” Kenz gives me a thumbs up as I close the curtain and strip to start trying on dresses. Kenz has to help me with the zippers and snaps on them. Two of them don’t fit in the bust.

“You could stuff your bra or wear a padded bra,” Kenz suggests.

“I don’t love either of these enough to stuff my bra.”

She nods, and we discard those two and keep trying on dresses. It’s nice to be out with Kenz. We’ve done this every year for her and the dances she went to. I tried on dresses then, but we were never shopping for me.

“Did you find a dress this year?” I ask, curious because she didn’t ask me.