Why my hair had to look the way it did was my own personal burden, but I noticed my clothes were a little looser. Having a hot potential-boyfriend kept my stomach so twisted, my appetite had virtually disappeared. My last snack-out had been my miserable night with The Notebook. It was simply impossible to be sad now with Jack in the picture, and I loved the racing butterflies. They made me feel all bubbly and amazing. I finally settled on the navy skirt option with a light-blue polo and brown flats when I heard him downstairs talking to my dad. I jerked my hair back in a ponytail and ran down hoping to derail any discussion of me as a baby, or bananas, or other embarrassing topics. “Hey!” I was breathless when I reached the kitchen, and Jack’s smile when he saw me didn’t help. “You look nice,” he said. Dad cleared his throat, “So be careful on the roads.” “Sure, Dad. See you tonight.” When we drove into the parking lot, I noticed a few heads turn. “How’d Lucy get here?”
