And also a little note at the end as usual. Happy reading x
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Everything is perfect except for a little tuff of hair sticking up from the side of my head. And it’s pissing me off. With a glance at the clock, I note that there isn’t enough time to wash my hair again. I contemplate patting it down with a bit of gel, but that would just make it look weird. Grabbing a few bobby pins, I twirl my bangs around and pin it to the side of my head. I don’t really like having my bangs out of my face, but it definitely looks better than having a cow-lick.
With a final once-over in the mirror, I grab my bag and head downstairs. As soon as I step out of my bedroom, the doorbell rings. He’s exactly on time.
I hop down the stairs, thankful that neither my parents nor my sister are home. I don’t even want to think about the interrogation I would get if they found a guy standing outside the door waiting to pick me up. Especially since Elizabeth already lectured me about having boys in the house and blah, blah, blah. It’s an awkward moment I would never want to suffer.
I quickly pull open the door and turn around the grab the keys. When I turn back around, I stand face to face with Jace. Dressed nicely. Formally. With a bunch of roses in his hand. My eyes wander over his outfit, from his light grey button-up shirt down to his black, ironed dress pants and shined leather shoes and back up to his face. Then I look down my outfit of a nice plaid shirt, jeans, and flats.
He smirks. “Nice outfit.”
I blink and arch my eyebrow. “You’re wearing that to the movies?”
Jace runs a hand through his hair and I have to stop myself from eyeing the way his shirt clings to his arms. “Yeah, change of plans.”
I wait for him to elaborate further. He doesn’t. “So…should I change?” I ask.
“I think it’d be a pretty good idea.”
Plucking the roses out of his hand, I place them on the chair beside the door. I throw him a look over my shoulder as I make my way back up the stairs. When I reach the landing halfway in between, I see him still standing outside the door.
“You can come in, you know. And close the door behind you,” I tell him.
He steps over the doorstep and shuts the door gently behind him. “Your sister’s not going to come at me with a knife, is she?”
“She’s not home,” I laugh.
Just before I shut my bedroom door, I hear him breath out a sigh of relief.
After ten minutes and practically turning my room upside down, I finally find a dress that I like. I run my hands over the midnight-blue material and double-check myself in the mirror. It’s a little off-shoulder dress that ends a few inches above my knee. I wore it once at my cousin’s bridal shower and haven’t touched it since. The best part is I can wear the high heels that I wore to Octoberfest.
Deciding that there’s nothing drastic I can change about my casual hair, I pull it over to one side and comb it through with my fingers. I put on a subtle silver necklace and nod my head in approval. Before heading back downstairs, I go to my sister’s room and grab her silver bag to match my shoes.
Jace is leaning against the door when I start down the stairs. The clicking of my heels grabs his attention and his eyes widen as I walk towards him. When I reach the last step, he pushes himself off the wall. His gaze trails down my form and back up and before it reaches my eyes, he looks away.
I hold onto the hem of my dress and do a twirl. “How do I look?”
“Well,” he says, his voice skipping an octave. I cover my mouth to hold in a laugh and he clears his throat. “Let’s go.”
I pick up the keys off the table by the door. “Alright.”
Jace opens the door and I step out after him. The cold November air nips at my skin. It’s not unbearably cold yet but I know that it will when it gets late. After I lock the door, I slip the key into my purse and when I turn around I nearly drop it.
Sitting on the side of the road is a black limo, stretching out the expanse of my front driveway. I make a mental note to myself to tell Jace later that he can’t park blocking the entrance to a driveway, but it’s not important because there’s a freaking limo sitting there.
“Oh, wow,” I breathe out, hopping off the porch and walking towards it. “You really shouldn’t have.”