Jenna’s P.O.V.
The anticipation had been building inside of me like a pressure cooker for days. Ever since Adam had asked me out on our first official date, I had been walking on clouds, replaying the moment he had asked me out in my mind over and over. It was a dream come true, something I had secretly hoped for since our high school days. Twelve years had passed since then, and today was the day it would finally happen. To say that my inner sixteen-year-old self was twirling around throwing rose petals in the air was quite an understatement.
My heart raced as I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself from every angle I could see. The outfit was good, my hair and makeup perfect, but all I could see were my jitters manifesting in the twinkle of my blue eyes. And all I could see we
