Saturday night came too fast for Amy.
She wasn’t prepared. Not mentally, anyway.
She was anxious about seeing Lucas again and doubly stressed about spending time with her mother and her new family. Every time she was in their presence, her mom found a way to make her look bad.
She stood in front of her mirror, smoothing down her sundress, debating whether she should change for the third time.
Her mother was always so critical about how she dressed and how she looked. What if she thought Amy was overdressed? Or underdressed?
A knock at her door made her jump. She took a deep breath and opened it to find Lucas leaning against the door frame, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted jacket and dark jeans.
“Ready to go?” he asked, flashing that boyish grin that made her stomach flip.
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