The days leading up to Friday passed in a blur of anticipation and nervous energy. I found myself unable to focus on my usual activities, my mind constantly wandering to thoughts of what Luke Montgomery could possibly want to discuss with me.
When Friday finally arrived, I woke up early, my stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I carefully chose a simple blue dress that my mother had made for me last spring, hoping it would be appropriate for whatever the day might bring.
As I made my way downstairs, I found my parents already awake and waiting for me in the kitchen. My mother, Elena, was busy preparing breakfast while my father, Matthew, sat at the table, reading the morning paper.
"Good morning, Bella," my mother said, smiling warmly as she set a plate of scra
