Staring over my reflection, I ran my hands over the dress straightening it out nervously.
I've never actually gone on a date before.
I have read about it, I even thought about it, pretended to go through with it, s**t I even dreamed about it. Now though, it's here.
Pursing my lips, I eyed my reflection feeling completely out of my comfort zone. But it's a date, and girls dress like this for their dates.
They do their hair, wear Smokey eye makeup and nude lipstick and dresses.
This dress was one I bought a long time ago but never wore, it was a bit tighter than I remember too. I shifted a bit and slid on the heels and grabbed the denim jacket pulling it on.
Grabbing my little black purse, I let out a shaky breath and went out the bedroom door.
Dad was going to be home in an hour but
