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“No way!”
I’ve never seen myself look this good before. Katie touches a curl that drapes down behind my ear, tugging it back slightly.
“I’ve wanted to do this to your hair for so long, girl.”
“Well, now you have.”
“Yeah, you have never let me doll you up in the past! I’m milking this for all it’s worth.”
I take a moment to look at myself. Katie’s a wizard or something. What she did to my hair isn’t earthly.
“I look . . . beautiful.”
“Honey, you are beautiful,” Katie says, resting her hands on my shoulders. “And you’re going to rock his socks tonight.”
I take a moment to drink in my appearance. My brown hair, which I normally put in a messy ponytail just to get it out of the way, sits in a high updo. There’s a ton of hairspray here, but thick, draped curls cascade down each side. On my neck is a tiny aquamarine necklace, that matches the color of the dress I’m wearing. I stand up, and it drapes down to my knees. On my feet are black kitten heels. I brace myself against vanity.
“Woah!”
“Easy there, girl,” Katie replies, holding me up. I catch my balance and look in the mirror.
My makeup is different, more than I’ve ever worn. I can’t help but enjoy it. It looks beautiful, and I am so grateful to Katie.
“I love it,” I gasp and wrap my arms around Katie in a massive hug.
“I knew you would. Trust me, you’re going to make his day. So, where are you meeting?”
“The coffee shop.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“You don’t have to do that, Katie—”
“Yes, I do! I’m your best friend, and I want to meet the hunk that gave you his number,” she replies with a wink.
I know that there’s no way for me to fight this one. “Okay. Let’s just not make it awkward, though.”
“Sara, you know that’s my middle name.”
We laugh, and after doing the final touches, I grab the blue clutch bag holding my essentials. It was Katie’s decision for me to borrow this bag, and I like it. Katie’s got weird rich aunts who give her interesting things like this. She hates them because they’re so small, and she prefers her huge, clunky purse, but she actually keeps them for me to use every now and then.
I never thought I’d use this for a real date.
We head to Katie’s car, a small Jetta. As we slip inside, she places her phone in the center console.
“And he said eight, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s seven now. Better earlier than later.”
“Right.”
She starts the car after two cranks and we drive over to the coffee shop. As we approach, I see a slick Tesla sitting in the center parking space.
“That your guy?”
“I . . . think so?” I reply. She stops the car and I step out. Katie follows suit but doesn’t approach the car.
