Friday at seven finds me standing in front of my closet having a crisis.
"Too formal," I mutter, tossing aside a cocktail dress. "Too casual." The jeans join the dress on the floor. "Too trying-too-hard." A skirt follows.
Lily appears in my doorway, takes one look at the disaster zone formerly known as my bedroom, and sighs.
"You're overthinking this."
"I'm going on a date with the man who bought me. There's no such thing as overthinking."
"Fair point." She surveys the chaos. "What vibe are you going for?"
"Independent woman who's not trying to impress anyone but also wants to look nice because she has standards?"
"So... you want to look hot but casual about it?"
"Exactly."
Lily digs through my closet and emerges with dark jeans, a silk blouse, and a leather jacket. "This. Sophist
