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ZARA. Chase asked me on a date! I looked at myself for the millionth time in my room mirror and adjusted the lined layers of my dress. I had decided to go for a long, red silk dress that fit me like a glove, and it shimmered under the soft light of my room. The dress was also backless, which was a little risqué but perfect. My hair was not in its usual bun this time. I'd left it in a curly Afro, and my makeup was light and minimal. Just a hint of mascara and a touch of tinted lip gloss; perfect for an evening dinner date. Butterflies danced wildly in my stomach because this was the first date Chase and I were going for, and the anticipation was overwhelming. Chase returned last night, and just before we retired to our separate rooms for the night, he asked me on a date tonight, and
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