Makenna POV
Reid texted me earlier today saying that he is sending a driver to pick me up tonight so he can have dinner ready for me by the time I arrive. He told me on our first date that he used drivers for special occasions, but usually liked driving his own truck. I wait anxiously by the window so that I can see into the parking lot. I’m wearing skinny jeans and a lacy white blouse, one of the few things I own that’s not just a basic t-shirt. I had imagined myself wearing a dress, but Grace and I haven’t talked since last night, so I didn’t feel right asking if I could borrow one of hers.
My heart aches. Grace and I never fight, so her words yesterday were such a shock. Why can’t she just let me be an adult and live my life? I’ve always had controlling and abusive people determine
