Olivia Westview
The doorbell rang.
My heart gave a small leap, though I knew exactly who it was. I smoothed the front of my dress as I made my way to the door, trying to push away the nerves building up inside me. Why was I nervous? It was just Anthony.
I opened the door, and there he was, leaning casually against the doorframe with that familiar grin, his hands shoved into his pockets. His dark hair was neatly styled, and he wore a light button-up shirt that hugged his frame just right, paired with jeans that gave him an effortlessly cool vibe.
“Hey, Liv,” he said, his eyes sweeping over me in an appreciative but friendly way. “You look amazing.”
I blushed, feeling a slight heat creeping up my neck. “Thanks,” I replied, stepping back to let him in. “You’re not looking too bad yourse
