Chapter Three
I waited in my living room anxiously. I wore a pair of white capris and black halter top. I didn’t know how to dress, but I was pretty sure I looked nice. Not that I wanted to impress Travis, but this was a practice date.
I tied my hair in a neat pony, and then put on powder and gloss.
The doorbell rang.
Maria, our maid, ran to get it.
“I’ll get it!” I said to her.
She looked at my outfit and then smiled. “It’s nice that you’re going out on a date on your birthday.”
I was going to correct her that it wasn’t really a date, but then I asked her instead, “How do I look?”
She beamed at me. “Really lovely!” she replied. “Your date will not be able to take his eyes off you!”
I giggled nervously. I doubted that was true. If it was any other guy, maybe. But not Travis Cross, who saw me in pajamas and shirts with
