At his door, Nate hesitated, his keys jangling in his hand. “You look nice, by the way.” I pushed my shoulders back and channeled Mimi. I strutted—oh, yes, I did—down the hallway, watching Nate watch me. I was freaking New Perci. His smile widened; I put an extra swing in my hips. By some miracle, I made it down the hallway perfectly. No hesitation, no falling, no twisting an ankle, no bumping a table with my hip and knocking over an urn that held the ashes of my boyfriend’s grandmother and thereby ruining any chance of making a good first impression on his parents. That last thing had only
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