It was 6:00 and I was rushing around frantically still trying to figure out what to wear. I had narrowed down my choices to two dresses and a skirt combination.
“Okay, Tristan, which one?” I asked my son, holding up my outfits. We decided that a dress would be too fancy, so we opted for the skirt ensemble. I slipped the short black skirt on and a red v-neck t-shirt with my black strappy sandals. I applied my make-up and just as I finished the doorbell rang.
“Oh good! Maybe it’s Shay!!” I exclaimed to myself, running downstairs to open the door.
“Hey! Wow…you look nice!” Shay greeted me.
“Thanks. You really like the outfit?” I asked, feeling very self-conscious.
“Yes, I do! Oooh…a slit?? Nice,” she made a devious grin, gesturing to the slit on the left side of my skirt.
“Yeah, well, Tristan picked it out!” I laughed as we walked upstairs.
“Aww…hey, sweetie!!!” Shay cooed to my son, shaking a rattle in front of him.
“You sure you don’t mind watching him?” I yelled from the bathroom.
“No, not at all!” she exclaimed as I entered the nursery. “Please tell me you’re not wearing your hair like that!” she exclaimed, while pointing to my hair.
“No, of course not!! I would scare the poor guy!” I laughed at the blonde mass of hair on my head. “Could you put it up in a French twist?”
“Sure! Get the hair spray and some clips. Hey, get those really pretty heart shaped diamond clips you have,” she called after me.
I returned to the nursery and let Tristan play with my finger while Shay fixed my hair.
“Okay, all done! Look…” she said, holding a mirror up in front of my face.
“Wow!” I said impressed with the image I saw in the mirrow. My hair was completely up off of my neck and shoulders with a few pieces framing my face. The little heart shaped clips were placed midway between my temples and the twist.
“You like?” Shay asked.
“Very much!! I love it!” I smiled broadly.
“Good! Now, you’d better go or you’re going to be late for your date!” she said, glancing down at her watch.
“Okay, okay. Bye honey! I love you!” I said, kissing my son lightly on the forehead. “Thanks again, Shay! Be back later!”
I headed out of the door and walked down the sidewalk and hopped into my car.
About 15 minutes later, I was pulling into the parking lot of Darryl’s Seafood. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and headed inside.
“Excuse me? Is there a reservation for Car-“ I began to ask the hostess, but was cut off.
“Peyton?” a voice called, as I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder.
