Elena's POV

I adjusted the strap of my dress for the third time and stared at my reflection in my mirror.

It was 6 p.m., and I’d already spent the last two hours getting ready… changing outfits three times before settling on a simple black dress that hit just above my knees.

My hair was down in soft waves, my makeup subtle but polished.

I heaved in a breath trying to ignore the huge butterflies in my tummy.

“This is ridiculous. It's just a date,” I whispered, smoothing down my ...