After getting over my apprehension, Luke and I got into his car and drove to the nearest boutique to get me an outfit for his work dinner party. Josh stayed at the apartment, whining about how much he hated shopping.

“What about this one?” the sales lady asked, pointing out a gigantically layered orange dress.

I stared at her, contemplating if she was actually being serious or not. The dress was, respectfully, horrendous. I think my eyes were starting to hurt ...