Decision on what to wear tonight. Things like this were my kryptonite; it was easy to dress up for work and dates, but anything that differed from these two always had me wanting to pull my hair out. It could be that I didn't want to dress too formally, but I didn't want to stand out while there.
Though I had known about it a month prior, I didn't prepare for it.
“Do you think she would be there?” Vivian asked over the phone as I pulled out the clothes I finally decided to wear.
A grey long sleeve, black suit and plain trousers. Unlike last year, there was no colour code.
I buttoned up my white shirt and adjusted its collar. “I do not know, and I do not care at this point,” I answered.
It was Robb and Ivory’s thirty-first anniversary, and it was the first formal outing I was going on
