Evelynn stood in front of the bathroom mirror, checking her reflection for what had to be the fourth time. Every time she thought she looked presentable, she found something else to fuss over. Her mind was a tangled bundle of nervous excitement.
Date. He asked me to be his date...
Just over an hour ago, a nurse had gently woken her up to check her vital signs one last time before discharging her from the hospital. Waiting at the foot of her bed was a beautiful, deep royal blue gift box wrapped with a crisp white ribbon. Tucked beneath the bow was a handwritten note.
Dear Evie, would you be my date for my family’s weekly dinner night? PS I hope you like them. See you at seven. Greyson.
She carefully set the note aside; almost afraid it would disappear if she held it for too long. Bu
