“Are you excited?” Marga keenly watched me as I dressed up for the birthday dinner date with Noah. From time to time, I kept meeting her eyes in the mirror, and it seemed like she had been itching to speak while I dolled myself up. Since I was almost done, she finally allowed the words to slip through her lips.
As I had my back turned on her, I searched for her gaze through her reflection in the mirror. I forced a small smile out of my lips and nodded.
“Wow! Looks like you’re really excited!” There was a strong hint of sarcasm when Marga chuckled. “You didn’t even try hard to convince me. Why don’t you just call your date off with Noah?”
My brows met in the middle as they furrowed. “Marga, I can’t do that.”
“And why not?” She raised a brow and crossed her arms. “It’s not like you promi
