Standing in the middle of her enormous walk-in closet, Hayley stared at her useless collection with dismay. What could she wear to her first date? This was what she had been dreaming of since the day she met Ashton. Now it was finally happening, and she was at a loss. None of the clothes she possessed were good enough. Some were too glittery, some too loud, some too revealing, and others were just too tight.
Time was running out, and she fished out a white one-shoulder ruched longline midi dress that hugged her figure, giving her a smoldering and fiery look. Clipping on her favorite diamond solitaires, she added a dash of makeup and curled her hair as quickly as she could. Spraying her signature designer perfume, she gazed at herself, admiring her handiwork. Satisfied with the results, s
