Bridgette
The moment I stepped out of the taxi, I was filled with trepidation over how the date would go.
Cole's sudden change of location had rubbed me the wrong way, but I pushed the thoughts aside, unwilling to let it spoil my date.
But as I stood outside the new location, the old feeling of doubt resurfaced.
Suffolk was nothing like I thought it would be—a five-story building with windows covered by protective poles and double-sided glass.
Its walls were painted a shady purple, and neon signs welcomed guests. Not that I felt very welcome.
I caught sight of my reflection and paused. My makeup was soft and light yet hinted at allure, my hair curled perfectly around my shoulders, and the wine-red dress clung to my curves like it was made for me.
I looked breathtaking. This was main
