“Where are we going?” I ask Elijah, feeling a little anxious. I have just finished showering and I have yet to choose what to wear for dinner. “You know, ‘coz I want to know what dress I should wear.”
The truth is, I’m asking because even though he said it’s his treat, this is my small victory, and I would like to offer to pay… or at least split the bill, but I’m worried he’ll take us to a really fancy restaurant where I won’t even know which damn fork to use. The trauma of the restaurant Jack brought me to is still fresh in my mind.
Elijah drops a kiss on one of my shoulders. “Don’t worry, you can dress in rags and still be the most beautiful girl in the room for me.” He winks at me and I’m melting.
I gotta get a hold of myself because I’m falling so fast, it would be a miracle to su
