CHAPTER 57
Skye's POV
A date with Mark?
Well… maybe?
Evelyn screamed when I told her I would consider going. Like actually screamed‚ loud enough that I had to pull the phone away from my ear while she celebrated like I had just won the lottery.
It was a date in an Italian restaurant. I picked a simple black dress that hit just above my knee and a pair of heels that were pretty but comfortable enough to walk in and I curled my hair and put on just enough makeup to look like I was trying without looking like I wasn't even trying too hard.
When I looked at myself in the mirror‚ I thought I looked like someone who had her life together.
The lie was almost convincing.
Mark picked me up at seven. He drove a clean silver sedan‚ and when I got in‚ he looked at me with this wide‚ honest
