(Amanda Pov)
Maybe being spontaneous with my outfit choice today wasn’t the best plan. I’ve rummaged through my dresser and closet twice, trying on more than ten different outfits, but nothing seems right. I collapse onto my bed, surveying the chaos of clothes strewn across my room. Glancing at the clock, I realize I have about 20 minutes before Adam arrives to pick me up. With a resigned sigh, I head back to my closet. Keeping it simple seems like the way to go—I grab a pair of jean shorts, a white strapless top, and some white flip-flops. A quick swipe of eyeliner and lip gloss later, I check my reflection. It’ll have to do. I leave my hair in its natural waves and grab my bag.
“Amanda, your ride is here!” my mom calls from downstairs. I dash down, waving goodbye to my sister and mom.
