Not that people questioned her when she was baking at work.
She could just mix this in with a project. A few extra wouldn’t hurt in the least.
Kind of her part of trying too.
It’d be a nice gesture in her eyes, and she’d bet that Dean would appreciate that she’d thought of Jonah too.
“Most do, but you don’t,” Tonya said. “You are almost always annoyingly chipper.”
She was.
And she hated that since she’d met Dean she stopped that.
She’d been so caught up in trying to be someone else over her clothing, that she forgot about the person she really was.
There was nothing wrong with being excited and happy over changes. Even nervous.
But the tears, the frustration, even the self-pity. She wiped all of that out of her life years ago.
“You know what,” she said. “You’re right. Maybe I was just in a rut, but I’m not going to be anymore.” She felt a smile fill her face. “I guess sometimes we need someone to point those things out to us.”
Tonya left a few minutes later and Molly got back to work, then finished what she’d had planned for the day.
Hours later, she was in her house and trying to figure out what to wear.
Nothing super sexy this time.
That’d be over the top.
It’s like she’d said to him before, he got sex, maybe he felt he didn’t have to work as hard.
But she wasn’t going to play those games.
She wasn’t going to work hard either.
She was going to be herself, and that meant what her sisters had been telling her to do.
After her shower, she kept her hair down with a slight wave to it. No reason for it to be slicked back. He’d seen it in a messy ponytail.
She’d checked out the restaurant, just wanting to see their dress style since she’d never been there before. Other than her few new clothes, she didn’t have much.
But she had a pair of cotton pink pastel pants. They were baggy on her and when she put on her normal wide shirts, she looked as if she didn’t know her size.
She pulled them on, then found a fitted white T-shirt that she normally only wore under things, but this time was going to let it hug her body, then the elastic waist of her pants going over the bottom of the shirt.
Her shoe collection wasn’t that massive. A bunch of flats and her sexy nude pumps, which didn’t feel appropriate with this outfit, so she pulled out a pair of chunky wedges that she hardly ever wore. In white, they actually would go well and the pants would cover them a bit.
There, her old wardrobe, but done up a bit more. A bit more stylish.
But with a flare of confidence that she needed.
When there was a knock on her door twenty minutes later, she took a deep breath, composed herself as much as she could and marched to open it.
“You’ve seen him naked. He’d seen and tasted parts of you no one else has. You’ve got this.”
And when the heat filled her face, she realized maybe she shouldn’t have given herself those words as a pep talk.
“Hi,” he said, pushing pastel flowers out toward her.
