Rose

I stood on my grounds in pure disapproval, not to go on any godforsaken date with Gibson. The ground I stood upon slowly gave way and I fell into agreeing on the stupid date.

Miss B appeared in the living room, where I and Gibson were having an epic banter, and talked me into going with him.

Gibson came later with a deep blue velvet gown for me to put on for the date.

What a gentleman

I doubt he chose the dress himself.

He somehow found his way into a nice boutique to ask for a roll of their best dinner gown and he chose this one out of the hundreds they'd presented.

The date was in three days.

We'd settled for a dinner date at one of the nice restaurants a few blocks away.

***

It's 25 minutes to the date, it was scheduled for 7 pm.

I'm staring at my reflection in the full-sized mirror that was hung opposite my bed. Miss B stood by my side; one of her hands was placed on her mouth, and the other She held her waist.

“He's trying to make a good impression, don't you see that?” Her wor