~ Nora ~
THREE HOURS EARLIER.
“Hey, do you have any fashion sense? Which of these two dresses do you think Dale would like for dinner?” I asked, walking into Sam's room without bothering with a knock.
He was standing by the bed, dressed in a gray tux and looked very much like one on his way out.
I didn't care enough to ask, already too giddy on Dale and I going out to a restaurant to discuss the engagement.
It didn't matter that we were just going to talk about the engagement, that's what they could call it, but I saw it as a date and was going to enjoy every part of it.
Sam raised a brow at me. “Why are you choosing which dress is prettier?”
“For Dale, duh.” I rolled my eyes like he was dumb for not grabbing that initially.
“Why? Are you seriously that jobless that all you can do
