Lena's POV
I changed four times.
The first was too formal, I looked like I was going to present quarterly results. The second was too casual, which felt like a different kind of trying too hard. The third was the green wrap dress I'd worn to coffee, which I rejected immediately because wearing the same thing twice in a row to two consecutive not-quite-dates felt like a statement I wasn't ready to make.
The fourth was a deep burgundy dress that Sophia had included in the wardrobe without comment, the way Sophia included everything, as if she'd known months ago what I'd need and when.
I looked in the mirror.
A person going to dinner.
Not a CEO. Not a Morrison. Not a woman with a complicated history and a bump that was now openly visible and a life that had been rebuilt from nothing i
