Allie
Meeting Chase’s family should not have made me more nervous than speaking to one million people online.
But it did.
I stood in front of my bedroom mirror for the third time, studying a simple cream dress that suddenly felt too formal. I had already changed twice. The first outfit looked as though I was attending a business meeting. The second looked too casual. Now I was wearing something between the two, and I still could not decide whether it gave the wrong message.
Mia appeared in the doorway wearing black trousers and a blue blouse.
“You look fine.”
“That is what you said about the first outfit.”
“You looked fine in that one too.”
“And the second?”
“Also fine.”
I turned toward her.
“You are not helping.”
“I am helping by telling you that the problem is not your clothe
