As soon as Logan left, Grace laid on her bed for a moment, staring up at the ceiling with a giddy smile. He really didn't forget. And not only that—he was making it special.
She exhales deeply before sitting up, her mind instantly switching gears to What the hell am I going to wear?
Grace walks over to her closet, pulling the doors open and scanning through her options. She wanted to look nice—Logan had said so himself. Something that would make it hard for him to keep his hands to himself.
Her stomach flips at the thought.
After a few minutes of debating, she settled on a fitted black dress with thin straps and a flattering neckline. It wasn't too fancy, but it was definitely enough to turn Logan's head. She paired it with simple heels and laid it out on her bed before heading to the
