CHAPTER FIVE
SHE WAS GOING. It was somewhere during her Cobb salad lunch with Stephanie that she finally surrendered to what she knew all along she would do. She wasn’t even sure why she had debated it, except for her nervousness of seeing him again. Her friend offered to tag along “for moral support,” but Nikki was more afraid of the scene the other woman would cause in her zest for getting Nikki a date. There were times Stephanie had few filters on what came out of her mouth and even fewer boundaries. No. She would go it alone. The thought already had her knees trembling.
Arriving home at quarter after five, she spent the next hour trying on different outfits in her attempt at selecting the perfect one for the evening. The problem was, she had no idea what perfect even looked like. By
