Trent gives my dress a thumb up.
Yeah. I’m going with this one. My date with Asher is tomorrow. The girls are coming over to help me get ready in the evening.
Asher refuses to tell me where we’re going. He says it’s a surprise.
“What are you doing?” Trent gapes at the way I raise my phone above my head, to take a selfie of my dress.
“Please tell me that’s for Asher.” Rachael giggles.
I know. It’s so out-of-character of me to pull a cliche move such as this one, but explaining my intention to these overly invested creatures would only make me feel more self-conscious.
So, I do the only thing I can. I excuse myself from the group, disappearing behind the door of the changing room.
With slightly shaky hands, I send the selfies to Asher. It’s as if he’s been waiting for me to text be
