Tessa’s POV
“What am I supposed to pack to meet his family?” I asked, rummaging through my drawers with a frown.
Ruby was standing in my closet, staring up at the dresses that I own.
“Oh my god, Tessa,” Ruby chuckled, pulling out a very short black dress. “You have to pack this.”
The dress was a gift and never worn. I never had a reason to wear it. Brian bought it for me for a cocktail party, but I didn’t feel comfortable wearing it, so I wore something else. I remember the look of disappointment on his face when I showed up wearing a casual dress.
“I’ll pass,” I told her, shaking my head. “Brian bought it for me.”
“It still has the tag on it,” she said, taking the dress out of the closet. “Who cares who bought it? It’s cute as f**k. It’ll make Professor Hottie go insane for you.”
