Chapter Twenty-Three
Jill dabbed a few drops of perfume behind her ears. For the umpteenth time, she ran a hand through her hair. She straightened her blouse, smiled at her reflection in the mirror, looked away, and inspected her appearance again, before finally leaving the house.
She was meeting Amelia at a restaurant called Sixth Sense. It was only a few blocks away so Jill opted to walk.
Being a self-confessed restaurant snob, Amelia had picked the venue for their first official date. A date. Jill could hardly believe it, yet there she was, getting closer to the venue for said date, with every step she took.
Since the evening of the kiss, they had only exchanged a few text messages, but Amelia’s eagerness easily shone through the words on the screen. Or maybe that was just wishful t
