Lily's POV
I was panicking. That kind of pure, unfiltered, heart-racing panic.
I ripped through my closet like a crazed woman, flinging dresses, jeans and every heinous fashion choice I'd ever committed to the bed.
A right fitted date outfit is supposed to be between casual and sexy. Beautiful, yet effortless. How hard could it be?
Apparently, impossible.
"I don't have anything to wear," I grumbled as I held up a lacy black top in one hand and a sleek red dress in the other. Time was running out, and I was on edge.
I'd spent half the day acting like I wasn't freaking out about this date. But now that it was about to happen? My brain had short-circuited.
The doorbell rang.
My heart leaped to my throat.
"Ah, perfect. I'm not ready," I murmured.
"Coming!" I sho
