Chapter 78

I throw my third sexy dress on the bed and slump down in a deflated heap, annoyed with myself that I'm doing exactly what I said I wouldn't do. Prettying myself up for him and stressing over how to dress and what to wear like some sad little teenage idiot on a first date. I can't believe myself sometimes. He texted me and told me to be ready for six and to dress casually. Whatever that means. Ironic really, as that was my original plan; to show a lack of effort and now, here I am with a bed full of dresses and he is the one telling me to dress down. I don't know if he means casual pretty for somewhere like his Italian restaurant or if he means jeans and sweater casual. I'm not asking him because then he will think I'm keen for tonight and I'm definitely not. This is my first stage of observing and analysing him. Spend time, suss him out and look for all the little acts and niggles that cement whether this is genuine. I need to be sure I'm not being played, once and