MILA
It was extremely satisfying to walk down the stairs from the static and inform my family that Felix was picking me up in fifteen minutes for a date.
Nadine looked like she was about to vomit, and my parents both looked like they were going into cardiac arrest.
“Where did you get that dress?” my mother asked, staring at the pink-and-white checked cottagecore number I had thrown on.
I smirked in Nadine’s direction as I did a little twirl. “Felix bought this for me. It’s from a boutique in Fresonia.”
She went purple with rage. I skipped out the house.
Felix was waiting for me by an inconspicuous but expensive red car, carrying yet another bouquet of flowers. He smiled ear-to-ear when he saw me, and somehow even wider when he saw the dress.
“You look incredible
