"Are you nervous?"
With a deep sigh, Charlotte stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave her shirt a final tug. Dressed in a peach coloured shirt alongside regular jeans, she had her hair tied up in a ponytail, light makeup on and was finally ready to meet Wilson's parents.
It was finally the date scheduled for them to meet up and finally try her cooking. As previously agreed on, Wilson was going to be driving her over and judging from the unusual amount of time she spent in front of the mirror, she could tell he'd be showing up anytime soon.
"Do I look good enough?" She asked Rachael for the dozenth time. "Do I look presentable enough?"
"As a chef, yes."
Her heart skipped a beat. "And as Wilson's girlfriend?"
"Pick a side, Charlotte," Rachael said with a sigh. "Are you going o
