Don’t be a hypocrite.
You haven’t told him how nervous you are about the date.
Marie rushes over to me and grabs me by the shoulder. Excitement is buzzing through her veins. Her hazel eyes, a delicious blend of brown and green, are filled with delirium.
“Please tell me this is real and not a dream.”
I laugh. “It is real.”
“Oh my God! Yes!” She squeals again.
A knock sounds on the door. A second later it opens, revealing a grinning Camila who leans against the doorframe. She is dressed in a fitting red pant suit and white heels with red bottoms.
I love those heels. The red bottom is such a nice touch.
I bet they cost a lot.
“Heath is taking Hope on a date.” Marie announces, grinning ear from ear.
Camila lets out a rich laugh, her eyes sparkle with the same happiness as her daughter’s.
She says with a grin, “It was about time.”
“I’ve been waiting for this day,” Marie adds.
Camila turns to me. “Where is he taking you?”
I get nervous. “I don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“So, he’s planning.”
“He has to take her to an amazing place,” Marie announces.
Camila walks into the room. “Now, love, you are right. But it is his decision and I know he’ll choose wisely.”
“He better. Hope deserves the absolute best,” Marie says.
“She does.” She shoots me a motherly smile.
Backing away, she says, “I’m heading out to pick up your father from the airport. I’ll be back in an hour or two. If you need anything, text me.”
“Okay, bye!” Marie waves and so do I.
When the door closes, all her attention falls on me.
“Do you have something nice to wear?” she asks.
I wince.
Nothing in my closet is perfect for a date. I only have clothes that make me feel comfortable but look boring. I’ve never bought anything fancy—not that I could with the money issues at home. And all the money that I had saved up is all gone—I try not to think too much about it.
“Not really.” I shrug.
“It’s fine. I can come over and help you pick out something.”
Panic grips my heart. “No! No. You can’t come over.”
“Why not?”
