She was ready. She had been for twenty minutes. Once she told her about the date, Rachel had insisted on taking off early and going shopping to be sure she had a great outfit. So here she stood, in a long, cream floral halter dress she’d fallen in love with, paired with navy sandals. She still wasn’t sure about her face. Cosmetics just didn’t look the same on her as they looked on other people, but she’d done her best. Mascara, sheer powder, and, since Rachel had insisted, a matte rose lipstick, but she nixed anything else because more always made her feel like a little girl playing dress-up. “You look fantastic, Andri,” Rachel said, peeking around the edge of the kitchen doorway. “Stop stressing out in front of the mirror and open the door, or I’ll do it for you.” She threw a pleading look at her friend and got a thumbs-up in return. She drew a deep breath. She looked presentable. This would be fine. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and opened the door. Travis stood on the front porch, his hands in the pockets of khaki pants.
