Seven twenty-two p.m.
"Going late to your first ever date is not the way to do things, Taylor," I tell myself as pack my hair in a loose ponytail style and apply nude lip gloss on my lips.
I groan in frustration as I look around the bed for the paper Rory had written the direction earlier and I don't find it. This shouldn't be happening today, not today. I search around more carefully and going over to the make-up table and find it there.
Sighing in relief, I clutch to the paper and put on my shoes. I glance at the time, which is now seven-thirty and I give the mirror one last glance before I walk out.
I follow the direction and keep walking endlessly in the house which I didn't think was this big earlier. I take the last turn on the paper directory and I see there's an open door and t
