Olivia
Saturday morning brought a cloudy sky and a text from Alexander: "Car will pick you up at 5 PM. Wear something casual. Bringing you to my place first."
I stared at the message, my stomach doing that annoying flip it always did when Alexander texted. Tonight was the night I'd meet his family. The Carters. The people who could potentially become my in-laws through this bizarre arrangement.
"f**k," I muttered, dropping my phone on the kitchen counter.
I spent the day in a state of controlled panic, cleaning my already tidy apartment and trying not to overthink the evening ahead. By four o'clock, I'd showered, blow-dried my hair into submission, and applied light makeup. The "casual" directive from Alexander left me standing in front of my closet, scowling at my options.
"Casual fo
