I stared at myself in the mirror, physically smoothing out the furrow of my brow, trying to relax my expression. Once that was done, I started to touch up my makeup, gently putting on a bit more eyeliner.
The dress I was wearing was an off the shoulder black dress with a corset-like top and loose skirt that went down to my black stilettos. I had curled my hair for the occasion and busted out my old sparkly silver clutch that was only big enough to hold my phone and a small bundle of cash.
There was a different sort of nervousness and tension in me. Maybe it was because this would be the first time I'd be going out on a date since the coffee thing with Rob. I didn't know Anton as well as I would like either—but hopefully, this would help me understand another side to him.
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