NICOLE
The whole week just flew by, and before I know it, it's Saturday.
Meaning I have to go to Katie's.
If she'd been anyone else who invited me, I would've called with an excuse, and I wouldn't have gone anywhere. But I'm actually looking forward to seeing Katie. I love how I feel whenever I'm around her, and of course, I couldn't turn her invitation down after everything she did for me.
How rude would that be?
I finish getting ready, then stare at my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. I can't see my outfit—just my face. It looks fine. I've applied plenty of makeup to hide the signs of my depression, and I'm trying to be as upbeat about this dinner as possible.
It's only once I'm in the car, driving toward her house, that I ask myself what she said about the dinner. Did
