F R E Y A
I was a nervous wreck by the end of the day. I had spent the entire afternoon trying on different outfits, my bedroom looking like a tornado had torn through it. I finally settled on a simple black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places.
I was just putting on my earrings when there was a knock on the door. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
And there he was.
He was wearing a tailored black suit that fit him like a glove, a white shirt and no tie. He looked like he had just stepped off a red carpet. And he was holding a single red rose.
My jaw dropped.
"You're... you're wearing a suit," I managed to say. "You clean up good."
He chuckled. "I try," He said, handing me the rose. "For you."
"Thank you," I whispered b
