While getting ready for this dinner, which might just be our first official date, I feel nervous about what I choose to wear. So I try it on just to make sure I am making the right choice. I stare at myself in the mirror, the burgundy dress is form-fitting, with only one shoulder and a keyhole neckline. I thought of pairing it with white heels and spending a little extra time on my makeup and hair. So I pull out my curling iron, remove my dress, and when the iron is hot enough, I begin to twine my hair around it. After that, I do my eye makeup to and apply red lipstick that matches closely to my dress. When I’m done, I admire myself and my handy work. I love it, but I wonder what Asher will think. When I get downstairs, Asher has his phone to his ear, but when he sees me, his hand drops to his side and then quickly moves to his ear again. ‘’I have to go,’’ I hear him say. ‘’No dad,’’ he says a little rougher before ending the call. ‘’I’m ready,’’ I say, as if that isn’t obvious
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