Rose stood in front of the mirror with three different dresses lying across her bed.

She had already changed twice, yet nothing felt right. She looked at her reflection again before letting out a quiet sigh.

She wasn't going to a restaurant or anywhere special. She was only having dinner with Luther inside the apartment.

Even so, her heart refused to believe it was just another meal. Somehow, it felt different. It felt like a real date, and that thought alone made her nervous.

She picked ...