Kristal's POV
Saturday arrives entirely too fast.
I stand in front of my closet wearing nothing but a bra and panties, staring at my clothes like one of these dresses personally betrayed me.
"This is ridiculous."
I've eaten with Kenny plenty of times. Burgers, breakfast, lunch, milkshakes. Apparently calling tonight a date has transformed getting dressed into a major event.
I grab a blue dress.
Too much.
Black?
Funeral.
Red?
My mind immediately supplies an image of Kenny's face after I kissed him.
I shove that one back into the closet.
Eventually, I settle on a fitted green wrap dress that falls just above my knees. It's cute without screaming I spent forty-five minutes trying to look like I didn't spend forty-five minutes trying.
Brown heels.
Light makeup.
Red lipstick.
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