My sister claps excitedly. “What are you gonna wear?”
I gesture to my sweats. “This.”
“Oh,” she says, confused that I’d pick something so casual. “Umm . . . do you want to wear something of mine?”
“Nope. This is perfectly fine. I’m comfy.”
Clearly she doesn’t agree that comfy is the best attire for going out on a Saturday night. “Try something else on. Maybe comfy isn’t the best idea, especially when a boy is taking you out.”
“It’s not a boy. It’s Liam,” I tell her.
“You ready?” a clean-shaven Liam says from behind me. He’s wearing jeans and a button-down shirt that I’ve never seen him wear before. And a pair of cowboy boots. His hair is still wet. He looks like he’s about to go on a real date. Time to make sure he knows that I’m not about to make this thing official.
I glance at my
