Eliza
"You look lovely," Kayla says as she looks me up and down. Her wrinkles are showing in her smile, and her gray hair is arranged beautifully with hairpins. "I knew you would look pretty wearing a dress."
"I feel out of place..." I admit. Most of my clothes are tomboyish, and now I'm wearing Kayla's old dancing dress. The one she used on the dancefloor before her hips went bad. "Are you sure I have to wear this? It's not a date. Brandon just wants to meet me for lunch to tell me his decision."
"Which is why you need to look good to make him understand what a beauty you are," she winks at me. "Playing dirty is sometimes necessary. And who knows? If Kai won't be the man you pick, then perhaps Brandon is another option. Your birthday is coming up soon."
I frown. "No, it's not."
"Yes,
