For what, she didn’t exactly know. It wasn’t a date. Just dancing. But she still didn’t know what to call it. Didn’t know what to call them. Not after his declaration at the wedding, and then his kisses, and then the way his hands had stroked across hers and his whispered breath across her cheek had sent her heart racing and made her entire body heat up. As soon as he’d left that morning, she and Gus had headed to Morgan’s garden plot, where Gus chased birds and rabbits for several happy hours while she pulled weeds. The hard, sweaty work hadn’t quite kept her mind off of Michael’s kisses, or the fact that they would be going dancing together in a few hours, but it was definitely better than staying home in the empty house stewing. It wasn’t a date, and yet she still couldn’t quite figure out what to wear. Emily started to look at the back of her closet, where most of her fancy stuff was stored. Not that she was dressing to impress Michael, obviously, but if she was going out dancing, then she should look good.
