I changed my outfit four times before I finally gave up and went with the first one. The cream sweater and jeans, simple and casual, just the way I like it. I didn’t want to treat this as a big deal.
Except it was.
Because in exactly fifteen minutes, Enzo was picking me up for our first official date as part of the "one month deal."
Day one of thirty.
Day one of either falling back in love with him or finally getting closure.
To stay I was unaffected by all this would be the biggest lie ever. My brain was trying so hard to be rational and protect me, but my heart, that traitor, had no business with that.
I stared at my reflection, trying to calm the nervous flutter in my stomach.
"This is fine," I told myself. "It's just dinner, just talking. You've done this before."
Except I hadn
