POV’s Tate
I was going to meet Philip’s mom today.
And even though he was my fake boyfriend, I was still starting to feel a bit jittery.
“What do I even wear?” I wondered aloud to Lena.
“Something cute but not too revealing,” She advised, walking over to my closet.
She flipped through my Riley's. We were in the middle of November, so it was pretty chilly out. Lena pulled out a pair of black, wide-leg dress pants and a cream roll-neck sweater. “This could be cute.”
I nodded, quickly slipping into the outfit. I rifled through my collection of belts, finding a cream one with a golden buckle.
I slid my feet into a pair of suede ballet flats before running my hands through my blown-out hair. I looked in the mirror, trying to see what else I could fix.
“You look great, don’t worry,” Len
