Ashlynn's POV
The rest of the week flew by. I spent all day in the bakery and my evenings with Barrette. It was perfect and what I always wanted. We were getting closer and closer. I still haven't asked about Everrette and the party, but I don't think I am going to. The bruises had stopped getting worse and had started to fade, and I was hoping our memories of that night would fade with it as well.
I had put on a short black dress that was form fitting through the top and body, but had this cute little wavy skirt and a pair of black heels again. That's two weekends in a row that he had gotten me into heels. The next date was going to be pizza and beer, or we could even just stay in and do take out, but no heels.
I heard him knock on the door and I got a little nervous about this da
