CHAPTER THIRTY

Kendall

I winced as I cut my hand against the sharp edge of the knife. Blood oozed out. I cursed under my breath and placed my finger under the running tap. My thoughts were far off. I had dinner with Lance, and I honestly have no idea how it was about to go down. We've been out together in public less than ten times ... and it wasn't for dinner. He always told me exactly what to wear to make him look good. But not today. I've been on very few dates before. Four to be exact ... and I easily picked whether I should wear a cute dress, pants, skirt ... but now I wasn't sure. I'm hell-bent on making him look good. I don't want to show up in a dress that is too short, or tall, too tight, or too loose. I wanted it to be perfect. We might just be at the stage of having a great relationship, and I don't want to mess that up. I need everything to be perfect. Maybe I should just wear a nice pants suit. I laughed to myself.

After he begins to trust me, I will ask him for a job, so I can begin mak