“Wendy, please. Please. For me,” he pleads, and it sends an ache directly to my heart. In the past few months, Fitz has been nothing short of amazing to me. He’s been there for me in a way not even Elle has. He gives and gives and gives and what have I given him in return? I decide then that I can’t do this to him. That it’s unfair to deny us both what we want. That I owe myself a shot at something real. At being cared about the way I’ve always wished. At being loved. I take in a deep breath. “So,” I start, making my voice as light as possible. “What’s the dress code for this date of ours?”
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