Catherine's POV
I'd spent the whole day thinking of how the girls' night would be.
Why on earth had I agreed to be part of Sasha and her girls so-called "girls' night"? Why did I even agree to let them use the Vaughn mansion? Now, with evening creeping in and me still wondering what to wear, I was fighting the urge to text Sasha and cancel.
But it was too late.
I'd already tidied the living room twice, replaced the scented candles three times, and set out snacks even though they said they were bringing their own.
I finally threw on a baggy sweatshirt and shorts, I deliberately chose to look plain. The last thing I wanted was to look like I was trying too hard.
The sound of honking cars outside snapped me out of my thoughts.
They were here.
I forced a smile as Sasha and her clique strutted in, their arms were loaded with snacks, wine bottles, and too much perfume.
"Wow," Mia breathed, spinning in place. "This place is insane."
