LUCIA
What on earth was I thinking when I agreed to have dinner at Gabriel’s house? I am sure he will come up with a lame excuse about his Nana being there, leaving just the two of us, a ticket straight into his bed and that is not part of my plans.
As I glance at my reflection in the mirror once more, I can’t help but wonder why I even bother trying. I will never look like one of the women from his social class, and it is not like I care, but I don’t want to be considered as someone’s new experiment.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been stuck to the mirror since we got home. You look fine,” my mother’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
“Are you sure it is ok with you if I go out to dinner with him?” I ask. I don’t usually go out at night, but my mom was even more excited than I was when I told h
