It was almost seven-thirty. Dad was at home, occupying my office and watching TV, while Lily was bustling around, probably rearranging all the stuff in my drawers and cupboards in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I found myself in the bathroom, panicking about my upcoming date with Ace.
The panic arose from a combination of factors. Firstly, I was going ahead with the date with Ace despite initially deciding not to. I had been wavering and not sticking to my original resolve. Secondly, I couldn't help but feel I might be making questionable choices when it came to anything related to Ace. It was like I was in a haze of uncertainty.
On top of all that, I was really, really hoping he would like the dress I chose to wear.
The commandos had completed the installation of my security system, and I
