“Hold on. You’re inviting me to a fancy party where I get to dress up and be social? What the hell is wrong with you? That’s so not my scene.” I sigh. “You’re right. That was a stupid question.” “Of course I’ll go. But I have one condition.” “Hmmm?” “I get to pick your outfit.” “Well, yeah.” My shoulders tremble with laughter as I wrap my arms tighter around her. “I’d never dream of picking my own.”
