Indi’s P.O.V.
“Why on earth am I doing this again?” I asked, looking at myself in the mirror. I was already trying on dress number four, and it still wasn’t what I was looking for.
“Well… normally, when you get asked to go to lunch by someone, you go and have lunch.” Sami shrugged while she was lying on my bed, a bucket of cookie dough ice cream and a spoon in her hands, while she was giving me points per outfit. It had been two days since Jeremy's mother had asked me to come over for their family lunch. And ever since, Jeremy had let me off the hook. Which felt weird in a way, because it meant that either he had finally let me go, or he was forming some sort of wicked plan inside his head. And I honestly didn't know which option I feared the more. Part of me had even believed that he ha
