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“I’m not sure.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Wrong answer,” I say, climbing up into my truck and holding the top of my door, peeking over it. “Be ready at seven.”
“What for?”
“Our first date.” I don’t let her deny me as I climb inside and close the door behind me.
Driving home I feel lighter than I have in days.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Lexi
“A date?”Sutton asks, sitting down on the end of my bed.
“Yes.” I don’t quite understand it myself. “He said we should date. So we are dating now,” I say with a shrug and ignore the confused, complex look that takes over her features.
Digging through my closet, I am a nervous wreck.
“What does one wear on a date, when they have no idea what they are actually doing on said date?” I say this more to myself as I continue to check every single piece of attire I have.
“Is it a night in or out? Will there be strenuous activities or is it more calm and relaxed?”
“I don’t know,” I say with a humph as I turn around only to find Sutton with her phone to her ear. “Who are you—” She holds up her finger to shush me. She actually shushes me.
“Okay so no heels, but maybe a sexy boot?”
Now I’m the one confused as I watch my best friend carry on a conversation with God knows who. A conversation I thought a minute ago she was having with me.
“Mmhm,” she hums her lips curling into a smile. “Perfect.” She nods. “Oh yes, perfect.” I take a step toward her, about to take the phone out of her hand when she holds her hand out to stop me, shaking her head no.
“I won’t I promise, but let me just say you did very good. I’m a proud sister-in-law right now.”
She ends the call, tosses the phone to the mattress, and stands.
Suddenly she is in my closet pulling out my favorite skinny black jeans, my ankle boots, and a red crop sweater. Laying them on my bed, she opens my dresser pulling out a black lacy bralette and matching panties.
Then Sutton opens my jewelry cabinet in the corner, going straight for my silver hoop earrings, silver bracelet, and necklace with a teardrop diamond.
“This,” she says, laying it all out on the end of the bed. “Hair down, long wavy curls. Trust me,” she adds with a wink, once again sitting on the bed.
“And you aren’t going to tell me anything he just said, are you?”
“Besides the fact that he knows you better than I think we all thought he did, no. He is on point, got it all planned out and the last thing I’m doing is ruining this for him. He put way too much thought into tonight.”
I hold her stare and all she does is smile. I know no matter how hard I push, she isn’t giving in.
My stomach is full of tiny little nervous butterflies as I grab everything and start to get ready. Sutton hangs out with me the entire time, helping me curl my hair.
More than two hours later I stand in front of my full-length mirror and to be honest I can’t remember the last time I put this much effort into my appearance. I feel pretty, I feel excited, and it’s been far too long since the last time I felt these feelings.
The sound of the doorbell ringing brings back all the nervous energy I had earlier. But it is all driven by excitement and not fear.
I’m ready for this.
I’m ready for this step.
The night has beenperfect so far. Dinner in a small gazebo, with strings of twinkling fairy lights above us. Somehow he’d managed to clear the area and I’m sure he had help. This is the exact place that I told the girls was my favorite in Hudson.
