Emily.
In the back of Aiden’s car, I confess to him, “I’m feeling uneasy”
It’s now half past seven. Earlier, he took me to grab a dress at lunchtime. He helped me choose a black cocktail dress that is knee length
“Relax,” grabbing my wrist to stop me from playing with the hem of my dress. "Just imagine that it’s me and you, no one else around two friends having dinner. "
I looked at him. “We are friends.”
“Hmmm” is all he says before he releases my wrist.
In silence, I sit, anxiously biting my lip as my mind races. What if I mess up and don’t react when he presents the ring? What if I can’t help but fidget? Oh God, why did I agree with this?
“Look at me, Emily,” Aiden says softly.
Shifting my gaze, I allowed our eyes to meet his being a warm shade of brown.
“Deep breaths. Okay
