“You can’t wear that.”
I looked down at my jeans and sweater. “What’s wrong with it?”
Lycian stood in the doorway holding a garment bag, looking nervous. “Nothing’s wrong with it. But we’re going somewhere nice tonight and I want you to feel comfortable.”
“I am comfortable.”
“Fine. I’m not comfortable anywhere nice because I’ve never been anywhere nice.”
He set the bag on the bed. “I’m not trying to change you. I just want tonight to be special.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” I said quietly. “The dating thing.”
“Neither have I. Not for real.”
He took a breath. “Just look at the dress. If you hate it, wear whatever you want.”
Inside was something simple. Navy blue. Soft fabric. Just pretty.
“Turn around,” I said.
The dress slid over my head perfectly. When I looked in the mirror
