Zee.
I chuckled softly as I stood in front of the mirror, eyeing the seventh dress I’d tried on that evening. It was funny, really—just a few weeks ago, my life had been dull and lonely.
Now, I could barely recognize it. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster of excitement, constantly swept up in new plans, new emotions, and, perhaps most thrilling of all, a date with my crush.
Lawrence had called earlier to say he would be arriving soon, and I needed to look perfect for him.
I knew Denver had told me to be myself, to relax, and just enjoy the evening, but this was Lawrence. I couldn’t just “be myself” around him—not yet.
Not when he seemed like the kind of guy who had a checklist for everything, including how his girl should look. And I intended to match those expectations.
After
