Six months later, Kassie found herself standing in front of her bedroom mirror, holding up two different blouses and feeling ridiculous. It had been over two years since she’d dressed for a date, and she wasn’t even sure she remembered how.
“The blue one,” Sarah said from where she sat cross-legged on the bed, Emma playing contentedly with blocks on the floor beside her. “It brings out your eyes.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Kassie muttered, pulling the blue blouse over her head. “It’s been so long since I’ve even thought about dating. What if I’ve forgotten how to have a conversation with an adult male who isn’t asking about Emma’s naptime schedule?”
“You’ll be fine,” Sarah assured her. “Marcus seems really nice. And it’s just coffee—low pressure, easy escape route if things go b
