Celeste
“A… A date?” I stammered, the words feeling foreign in my mouth.
“Yes,” Matt said, his smile growing, his eyes alight with excitement. “A date. You, me, a nice restaurant. Or maybe a movie? We can just talk and have a nice time. Nothing needs to happen outside of that.”
I frowned, pulling away slightly, my heart aching with conflicting emotions. Matt’s grip on my wrist released, and I slipped out from between him and the wall to broaden the distance between us.
“I don’t know…” I murmured.
“Come on, Mystery Girl,” he said gently, still holding my mother’s necklace in his hand. “You know we had something special at the ball. Don’t you want to explore that a little?”
I swallowed, adjusting my mask on my face. “I do, but… I don’t know. You realize this can’t go
