Thursday arrived with a promise Nathan intended to keep.
Sophia was in her bedroom, trying to decide whether she was more excited about dinner or nervous about what it might mean.
Nathan had invited her himself. There had been no vague suggestion, no half-hearted message, and no last-minute cancellation.
Just a simple invitation.
Dinner. Seven o’clock.
She had accepted without asking too many questions.
At six thirty, her phone rang.
“Nathan?”
“Are you ready?”
She glanced at the dress laid across her bed.
“Almost. Why?”
“I’m downstairs.”
Sophia blinked.
“You’re early.”
“I know. I thought I’d rather wait than keep you waiting.”
A smile appeared on her face.
“Give me ten minutes.”
“I’ll be here.”
She ended the call and looked at herself in the mirror. She had chosen a fitte
