The wall clock reads 6:59 p.m.—time to meet Prince Charming.
I grab my jacket, loving how my freshly painted black nails sparkle in the light.
As I approach the elevator, my heart does that unhealthy thumping thing it does whenever I’m about to see Quinn. But it’s a good feeling, like a thousand butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, ready to take flight when I see him.
The elevator ride is way too fast, and before I know it, I’m approaching the ground floor. I give my reflection one final look in the mirrors, ensuring I don’t have lip gloss on my teeth.
The doors ding, indicating I’ve reached my destination, and I step out slowly, not knowing where to look. But I don’t have to look far, as the most gorgeous man I have ever seen stands off to the left, patiently waiting for me.
