Ariana's POV
I stood in front of my tiny closet, staring at the same three tops for the tenth time. My stomach was doing this annoying flip thing. It was just a double date, nothing serious. But my hands still felt clammy as I pulled out the soft blue sweater again.
Becca was sprawled on her bed, scrolling on her phone, but she kept glancing up with that smirk.
“Girl, you’ve been standing there for twenty minutes,” she said, laughing. “It’s not that deep. Just pick something.”
“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, holding the blue sweater against me in the mirror. “What if I look trying too hard? Or not enough? Jace is probably used to girls who just throw on anything and look perfect.”
Becca sat up, rolling her eyes. “Come on, Ari. You’re stressing over a sweater like it’s gonna decide
