Bree's POV
The day of the date had finally arrived and my heart thumped so quickly as I stepped out of the bathroom.
With my towel tied around my chest, I walked straight to the wardrobe hoping to pick out the best dress for the day.
I was nervous. I'd never been on a date with anyone. Such things were non-existent where I came from but from all that Hazel said to me, it seemed quite interesting, yet worrisome.
Placing my hands on my waist, I gazed at all the dresses hung on the metal pole in my wardrobe trying to figure out which was perfect for the occasion and in the end, I sighed and sat on the bed undecided.
Suddenly, my door was pushed open and Hazel quickly walked into the room, locking the door once she saw that I only had my towel on.
“You seem… Tense,” she pointed out as
