10
CECILE
The full-length mirror in my bedroom became my focal point as I changed clothes at least twenty times while Finn sat in the living room, waiting on me. “Honestly, Cecile, you can wear anything. We’re just having burgers and fries.”
“Burgers with foie-gras in them.” That sounded super fancy to me. “And pommes frites.” Whatever those were. “I’ve got to wear something appropriate for this fancy dinner you and your father slaved over for me.”
“You think we made it?” Laughter accompanied his words.
Pulling the t-shirt back off, I tossed it on my bed. “You said that you two made it.”
“I meant that we came up with the menu. Neither my father nor I can cook. We’ve never had to.” I heard him get up and his footsteps echoing in my nearly empty living room. “Do you have anything good
