Eleanor
I groaned, staring up at the ceiling, wondering why I had agreed to this.
Nathan’s brother and his entire family were coming for lunch, and I was supposed to sit there, smile, and pretend this wasn’t one of the more nerve-wracking things I had experienced since moving in here.
Great. Just great.
Sighing, I threw my blankets off and swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretching again as I tried to shake off the grogginess. If I was going to do this, I at least needed to look presentable.
I padded over to my closet, pulling the doors open, scanning through my options.
And that’s when I realized… I had nothing to wear.
Okay, not nothing, but nothing suitable. Everything was either too casual or too formal, and I wasn’t about to show up to lunch in leggings and an oversized
