*Beth’s POV*
The next few days were a whirlwind of activity as the boys and I prepared for our trip to New York. Rylan even took me on a shopping spree. It felt nice to pick out my own clothes, jeans, t-shirts, comfy items, and toiletries. I even tried on some sundresses.
When I walked out of the fitting room in a peach-colored low-cut dress, Rylan’s eyes went wide and traveled up and down my body.
“That, um, looks nice,” he said. His cheeks went red.
After he saw how I looked in that dress, he bought me two—one in a pale yellow color, and the other peach one.
Daniel treated me weirdly ever since Zed, and I returned from the police station. After packing, I asked Daniel if he needed any help. He told me ‘no’, closing his bedroom door in my face. Also, whenever I walked into a room, he would immediately get up and leave.