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
