Three hours later.

I was in a red polka-dot sundress that reached my knee and a pair of black slip-ons I found in the wardrobe, which was the perfect match. I figured Aaron had gotten them for me because they fit so well. I made my curly hair into a ponytail, and once I was done, I stared at myself in the dressing mirror one last time to make sure I looked okay. I did, and now I was waiting for Aaron to call for me.

Leaving gave me a bittersweet feeling. Bitter because it meant I ...