Amelia’s POV

I had not asked where we were going.

Logan had texted me at six to wear something warm, not a coat, something in between and I had stood in my wardrobe for longer than I would like to admit, trying to decode what that meant.

I changed three times before he arrived.

Not because I didn't know what I wanted to wear. I knew exactly what I wanted to wear, I'd picked it out the moment I read his text. I changed because I put it on and then stood in front of the mirror and ...