Mariana's POV
Something clicked within Mariana when she heard her name. She knew who exactly was calling her, and her mind swirled with a thousand thoughts of what her bestfriend was doing here.
"Zendaya?"
The two friends stared momentarily at each other, stunned by their high taste gowns and donning hairstyles.
Mariana felt a slow twist in her stomach, Zenny had been around since her encounter with Devon and never for once had Zendaya ever sought her out.
She had wanted to hear all about what had come out of it. She had wanted a shoulder to cry on when her father was making hell on earth for her. She had wanted......
She swallowed the rest of her thoughts. It doesn't matter anymore. She would try to listen to her bestfriend, and possibly get to understand her. But she would only try.
"What are you doing here?" Zendaya came closer.
"I would ask the same of you." Mariana tried a painful smile. Her lips were painted in the exact colour of her dress.
Zendaya scoffed, turned behind her
