Olivia’s P.O.V
Lucas and I were at my house. I was getting ready to go to dinner with his parents. I was nervous, really nervous.
“What do I even wear to dinner?” I said, looking through my outfits that lay on the bed where Lucas was also sitting.
“It doesn’t matter. It is only at my parent’s house; you don’t need to dress fancy.” He shrugged.
That was OK for him to say, he was not the nervous one…I was. I never wanted to be too fancy, but I wanted to make it look like I made an effort. Lucas was finding me very amusing. I picked up every outfit three times over, looking at them to try to decide what I wanted to wear.
“The skirt and blue top would go nice together,” Lucas said, referring to one of the outfits.
I lifted the one he was talking about. It was a black midi plaid skirt, wi
