Chapter Nine
First Date
Smoothing
down her hair and checking under her arms for deodorant stains, Rosalie braced
herself against her nerves. Susan was covering the front desk, and Rosalie had
more faith in her competence as a receptionist than as a housekeeper, so she
knew her anxiety was about Alex. She couldn’t remember the last time she had
been so nervous to go out with a girl. Her first date with Tara had been a
casual meet-up for a glass of wine after a few pleasant message exchanges on a
dating website, so Rosalie hadn’t worried about it too much. If they didn’t
mesh, she’d be out ten dollars and a few hours of her time. But if this date
with Alex didn’t go well, she’d be out much more.
She picked
up her purse, taking one last look in the mirror to check that nothing wa
