MEGAN'S POV
I'm standing in front of my bedroom mirror, staring at my reflection like it holds the answers to questions I'm not ready to ask.
The emerald green dress fits perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places without being too much. My hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, and I've kept my makeup simple but put-together.
I look good.
I know I look good.
So why do I feel like I'm about to jump off a cliff?
I smooth down the front of my dress for the third time, my stomach twisting with nerves I haven't felt in years.
It's just a date, Megan. Snap out of it.
But it's not just a date, is it?
It's the first date I've been on since Xarion. The first time I've let myself even consider the possibility of being with someone else.
And after everything that happened at
