Andrea stared at Henry, the question still ringing in the quiet of the penthouse.
“Will you be my date for the Summer Mixer tomorrow?"
Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard it felt like it might crack. The words wouldn’t come. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, but nothing came out.
Tomorrow.
His parents would be there.
The entire company would see them together.
Everyone would know.
What if they don’t like me?
What if I embarrass him?
What if this is moving too fast and I wake up one day feeling small again?
The old fears crashed over her like cold water–Caleb’s voice in her head calling her boring, uptight and not enough. The way she had promised herself she would never let anyone make her feel that way again. And now here she was, in Henry’s arms after the most perfe
