Raven settles into the passenger seat of Royce's car, still not quite believing she agreed to be his date to some fancy party, but here she is.
Royce, though, looks genuinely pleased as he starts the engine, a smile spreading across his face.
"I'm glad you agreed to be my date. But before the party, you need a makeover."
"A makeover?" She frowns at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"What's wrong with how I look?"
"Nothing's wrong with you," he says quickly, and she can hear the sincerity in his voice.
"But this is a high-end event. We're talking about the mayor, city council members, business owners. You need to look the part."
Raven looks down at her worn jeans and plain sweater, suddenly feeling inadequate.
"So what are you saying exactly?"
"I'm saying we
