Abby
The clinking of wine glasses fills the room as I lead Karl into my living room, gesturing toward the elegantly set dining table.
“See?” I say, pointing out the various dishes, which I’ve rewarmed in the oven since I called Karl. “It’s almost restaurant-worthy.”
“Almost?” He whistles appreciatively, his eyes scanning the assortment of dishes. “You really went all out. What’s the special occasion?”
Glancing down at the black dress that clings to my frame, paired with heels that I’d picked out just for tonight, I feel a flush of embarrassment rise into my cheeks. I knew I was overdressed for just Karl, but it’s too late now.
“It was supposed to be a special evening... with Adam,” I admit.
Karl’s gaze turns inquisitive as he sips his wine. “And he’s…?”
“He ca
