The evening dragged on at an agonizingly slow pace, or so Flora thought. As she arrived home, an uncontrollable excitement bubbled within her. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment, a foolish smile creeping onto her face.
Mitchell.
Of all people, Mitchell had asked her to dinner.
Of a truth, she had always liked him. Liked him far more than she ever admitted, even to herself. But Mitchell, cold, distant.
Mitchell never reciprocated those feelings. Not once. And now, out of the blue, he had asked her to dinner?
Why? What had changed?
Her stomach fluttered.
“Does he want me to ask me out?” she mused aloud, her cheeks warming as she giggled sheepishly.
She shook her head, trying to dismiss the silly notion. She had to get ready before he arrived.
Hurrying to t
