Chapter 7Boaz picked me up at six-thirty sharp. This time, I wasn’t shocked by how impressive the car was or how handsome he looked, though he did. This time, I was surprised by a pair of socks. They were ankle socks with a Trolls theme on the top part of the foot.
“Where did you get these?” I squealed.
“I have my ways.” Boaz was smiling from ear-to-ear, pleased that I was so excited.
I looked down at my black, ankle boots. “I’m putting them on right now!” After a quick change on the porch, I was ready. For our date, I dressed up some jeans with a grey long-sleeve shirt and my favorite lavender jacket. I wore a purple and grey scarf to match and amethyst earrings my mama bought me for my twenty-first birthday.
“I like that purple on you,” Boaz commented. I grinned at him. “Is your birt
