Ivy
I was shown to a seat in the front by the window and handed a glass of Josh cabernet sauvignon. Nice. Then I was told I looked lovely this evening by Zack. He was genuine, so I greatly appreciated his compliment. The truth was I had changed at least a hundred times, trying to find an outfit Patrick might like. Then the girls came in with something called a Marcus Martini, and soon after, I let my insecurities go and decided to wear one of my favorite outfits. The black flowy skirt hit tastefully mid-thigh, a pink silk blouse with gray buttons, and skinny gray heels, and I was ready to go. I had a small obsession with the color gray, and silk too, I guessed.
Savi suggested I should sweep my hair into a loose, low bun with a few strands left to frame my face. I agreed and felt more con
