Twenty-One
Ivy
Even though I knew it wasn’t a real date, I still felt nervous. I felt more nervous than I had in a long while. Not just because I wanted to make sure my parents didn’t find out about our arrangement, but because this was an opportunity to get to know Frances better. Maybe the romantic setting and nice food would even spark something between us?
I still wasn’t quite sure if I wanted that but the idea was quickly growing more and more tempting.
Nervously, I smoothed my dress down and with a last glance in the bathroom mirror, I made my way back to the guest room. I softly knocked on the door, not just wanting to barge in.
“Come in,” Frances shouted.
I pushed inside, hoping I wasn’t overdressed. Any worry fell away when I saw Frances in her suit. The stiff fabric clung t
