Valentina
“What the hell do I wear for a date? I haven’t been on one in twenty years.”
I frantically tore through my closet. Everything I owned suddenly seemed to scream soccer mom. I pulled out a new outfit I’d worn a few weeks ago and held it up against me, showing it to Eve.
“Is he taking you to a funeral?”
I actually had bought it for a funeral. Oh my God. I had nothing to wear.
I tossed the hangers on the floor of my closet and joined Eve on the bed. Covering my face with my hands, I grumbled, “I can’t do this. I can’t go.”
“You have a closet full of clothes and a kick-ass figure. There’s something in there you can wear. Besides, all you really need is nice underwear. That’s all he’ll care about.”
My eyes widened. “He’s going to see my underwear tonight? On the first date?”
Ev
