Nervousness. My hands were shaking, and I couldn't stop checking myself in the mirror to see if I looked good. I was wearing a white dress with black lace circling the hem and black ballerinas flat. My hair was like a river of curls over my shoulders and I put on a little makeup. I was ready on the outside but on the inside, it was a mess. I guessed that was something I wouldn't be fixing anytime soon.
I was sitting on the couch checking the time each minute, mom hadn't arrived yet, she had texted me telling me that she would get home late because she had a lot of paperwork to do which was actually good in some way because that way I wouldn't have to explain her about my date or whatever with Dylan.
My phone buzzed, vibrating. It was a message from Lennox.
Are you ready?
I responded:
