Liam: Unless you're not ready? I won't push. But I want people to know. I want to take you to dinner and hold your hand and not hide anymore.
My hands are shaking as I type.
Me: Okay.
Liam: Yeah?
Me: Yeah. Let's do it.
Liam: I'll pick you up at seven. Wear something that makes you feel beautiful. Though let's be honest, you'd look beautiful in a garbage bag.
Me: Smooth.
Liam: I try. See you tonight.
I set my phone down and take a deep breath.
This is happening. We're going public. After months of hiding, we're going to walk into a restaurant together like a normal couple.
The thought terrifies me.
But it also fills me with something that feels suspiciously like hope.
By the time seven o'clock rolls around, I've changed outfits four times and given myself three separate pep talks.
I'm on FaceTime with Sadie, who's watching me have a minor breakdown from her studio in Chicago.
“I can't do this,” I say, staring at my reflection. “This was a terrible idea.”
“You absolutely can do this.” Sadie's voice is firm through the phone. “And it's a great idea. Doesn't every woman want a man who's proud to be seen with her?”
“But what if?—”
“What if nothing. Liam wants to take you to dinner. In public. Like a normal couple. This is good, Avery.”
I fidget with the neckline of my dress. “We've been doing fine, keeping things quiet. Why rock the boat?”
“Because you're not meant to be a secret.” Sadie leans closer to her camera. “Stand up. Let me see the dress.”
I step back so she can see the full outfit. It’s a red dress, hitting just above my knee. It’s elegant but sexy.
“Holy shit, Avery.” Sadie's eyes widen. “You look incredible. Liam's going to lose his mind.”
“You think?”
“I know. Now stop panicking. Put on your lipstick, grab your clutch, and go be a woman who's proud of her relationship instead of hiding it.”
My buzzer sounds before I can respond.
“He's here,” I say, panic rising again.
“Then go. And Avery?” Sadie's smile is warm. “I'm proud of you. For taking the risk. For letting yourself be happy.”
“Thanks, Sadie.” My voice catches. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Now go get your man.”
I end the call and take one last look in the mirror. I look good. Even if I don't feel it.
