I was nervous the next morning as I got ready. Elizabeth came into my room, without knocking, and sat on my bed.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“A friend’s house.”
“Your boyfriend?”
I glared at her. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Elizabeth grinned. “Sure, you don’t.”
“I really don’t.”
“Who was the boy that came over to talk to mom and dad.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “What boy?”
She fluttered her eyes. “The one with the dreamy eyes.”
“Dreamy eyes?”
She nodded but said no more.
“What color eyes did he have?”
Elizabeth’s grin grew wider. “I don’t remember.”
I shook my head. “You’re the worst.” I went back to focusing on my makeup.
The doorbell rang while I was finishing up. Elizabeth jumped off my bed and ran downstairs. I followed behind her, trying to get to the
