Chapter 9
Brooke had no idea what the hell to wear. Was it a date? Was it just a platonic thank you dinner? Tyler didn’t give her any context. He didn’t tell her where they were going, so how was she supposed to know how to dress? Did she put heels on? A dress? Jeans? Sneakers?
She whipped one hanger after the other out of her way, digging through her closest, trying to find something that would check as many of the boxes off and make her look like she was prepared. Maybe she should text him… but every time she picked up the phone, she felt incredibly nervous, which was stupid. It was Tyler for heaven’s sake.
She picked her phone up just as she received a text from Bex. She tapped the text and cringed at the dress Bex was wearing. Seriously what was going on with her stylist? The outfit
