Chapter SixBe dressed up and ready by nine.
I stare at the note, and the tiniest little black dress in the box below it.
Turning the note over tells me nothing further. I flip it back how I found it and study it some more. The handwriting is obviously Alex’s. Who else would send me a dress, or any gift at all? And such a sexy number too. I struggle to think when I’d normally wear such a garment.
And nine o’clock is quite a weird time to meet up. Am I supposed to eat dinner on my own beforehand? His proposition, and the gift are intriguing enough for me to just go along with it. Whatever he’s been thinking, there must be some kind of plan.
For the past couple of weeks things have been better than ever between us. Finally coming clean has been such a relief, I can hardly recall why I was
