Trevor
We sat on the floor in Lucy’s bedroom. Her bedroom was very pink and girly, but it got us away from the prying eyes of the housekeeper.
“The movie night plan only half-worked,” I said, as I carefully unfolded the crayon sketched plan we made last time.
Lucy smoothed it down on the hardwood floor. “What’d you mean, half-worked?”
“I mean,” I scratched my head, “everything was going just like we planned. The movie, the popcorn. I got them to sit together, and the even kissed.” I wrinkled up my nose. “The kissed a lot!”
“But that’s good!”
“I thought so too, but then this morning, they both acted like it never happened. My dad gave me this whole lecture,” I deepened my voice to mimic my dad, “getting married is serious business, a kiss isn’t enough. People need time to get to know
