When I pulled up at a stoplight, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing this strange feeling to leave me.
I was fine.
Everything was great.
ChapterFour
Shit,I was running late again. There was something about the fall season that made it so hard for me to stay in a good routine. It could be the shorter days. Or maybe it was the weather finally becoming desirable again. Whatever it was, I found myself constantly rushing out the door lately.
“Babe, don’t forget we’ve got dinner tonight,” Garrett reminded me. “We’ve got to celebrate my promotion.”
I had forgotten. Why was I so scatterbrained this week?
“Of course. Where are we going again?”
“I didn’t tell you.”
I glanced back at him from the mirror in the doorway. He looked especially smug.
“Um, I’m not a mind reader.”
“I got reservations at Vino.”
Vino was a new restaurant in town that I had been dying to try. It was crazy expensive and ridiculously tough to get a reservation. My lips tugged into a smile at the news.
“That’s amazing, Garrett.”
He waved off my praise. “Just make sure you’re there at seven-thirty exactly. They’ll give up our table if we don’t make it there on time.”
“Shoot, I have to go to one of our properties at six today.” I chewed my lip, thinking. “Let me just grab a change of clothes in case I need to head straight there.”
I raced to our walk-in closet and ran my fingers along my dresses, trying to decide which one to wear tonight. I held up a red one and examined it as my eyes shifted to my freshly manicured nails.
I gasped and dropped the dress.
My nails were freshly manicured because I went to get them done with Jennifer and Nadine a few days ago. While this wasn’t abnormal for the three of us, I had tried to bail, and they insisted I join them.
Garrett had been promoted.
Reservations at a fancy restaurant.
My friends had demanded I get my nails done.
Did all this mean what I thought it meant?
I jumped up and down and let out a silent squeal of delight. It was finally happening.
But what should I wear to get engaged?
Now I scrutinized my closet much more closely. My eyes danced past a white chiffon option, too obvious, and stopped at a flouncy silver number. I selected it and smiled. This was the one. I hadn’t had a chance to wear this yet, and I knew it made my body look insane.
Shit, my garment bag was still at work from when I picked up dry cleaning last week.
I remembered I had a steamer in my office and placed the dress carefully inside my almost empty leather tote bag. Not the most glamorous carrying case, but it would have to do.
I raced for the door and stopped to plant a big kiss on Garrett’s lips on the way out.
“What was that for?” he asked, grinning.
