ANGEL
Dinner was my idea.
“Can we go out tonight? Just us? Like we used to?” I’d asked.
He’d agreed and I’d nearly squealed. This might as well be our first date, he just didn’t know it yet. The last time we had dinner alone in public, I was still a kid. And afterwards I’d hated seeing Jillian dress up for him for evenings like this, but today, it was finally my turn.
I spent almost two hours getting ready.
The sundress was white. Thin straps. Hemline mid-thigh.
I didn’t wear a bra as usual—the fabric wasn’t sheer, but thin enough that every brush of cold air would announce the peaks underneath.
The makeup took longer than the dress. Mascara that made my lashes long and dark. A subtle smudge of shadow that made my eyes look bigger. Wider. And lipstick—a red so deep it was almos
