23. ALINA
Peter left for work and I legged it upstairs to dress for meeting Owen. I didn’t want to look like I’d made too much of an effort, but I wanted to look nice. If it all goes wrong at least I can walk away with my head held high, feeling beautiful.
I settled on some light make up, fresh blow-dried hair, my new tight jeans that made my bum look nice and a fitted top showing just a hint of cleavage. Nerves ate at me the whole time as I travelled into town and waited by the large iron gates at the entrance to the park. I was a little early, but it felt like I was waiting forever. I checked my watch and 10 o’clock had passed. After waiting a while longer I looked at my phone knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to contact me. It’s very unlike Owen to be late. He’s always so promp
