There was already a dress laid out on my bed. I approached it slowly. It looked familiar, and when I reached it, I immediately recognized the small, delicate flowers printed on the pale pink fabric. “It’s my dress,” I whispered. It was the one I’d tried on when we’d been shopping. The one that had made me feel just like me. The one I hadn’t bought because I didn’t think being me would ever be enough to catch a guy’s eye. There was a note on it: The perfect dress for my perfect date. Grayson did this? I wasn’t sure I could fall any harder for this boy, but he was making it far too easy. I’d
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