I don't think I have been as nervous as today since I first met one of my father's business friends back from when I was still only 14 years old. I had changed my outfit 3 times already and fidgeted with my cuffs more times than I could count.
Would she like the outfit? It was just a simple button-up shirt along with an oversized coat and some slacks.
It wasn't all that different from my usual outfits or full-on suits for work. Would she think that I didn't put too much effort into my outfit and looked too boring?
No, no, no. I shouldn't be thinking like that. Ms. Belcalis wouldn't be a person like that.
I nervously glanced down at the bouquet of flowers in my arms. I ended up grabbing a set from a flower shop along the way out of instinct: a bouquet of lilacs intermixed with a few
