*Ashley*
I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s a sleek black number that hugs my curves in all the right places, but I can’t shake the feeling that this is all a bit too much. Lucas is taking me out on what he calls a ‘proper date,’ and I can’t help but think about all those times, when we were supposed to be a couple, he always took me to events and parties instead of just being with me. It’s strange and exciting at the same time.
I have already tugged Alex in, and Mark will stay behind, watching him but he is usually a sound sleeper and I do not expect him to wake up… but luckily he seems to like Mark, in case he does.
As I step out of the bathroom, I see Lucas waiting in the living room, looking sharp in a tailored suit. He ha
