Chapter nineteen

Mira’s POV.

I could barely think straight. It was not easy to tame the uneasiness and butterflies I had. I had changed my outfits four times in fifteen minutes. Was it a first date fever or something?. Harry had asked us to go night driving together the day before.

I agreed because I knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Gerald always joked about it with him whenever he stops by at 12am to steal a bottle from the mansion. It was at that time I sometimes finished my chores and got ready to sleep.

We agreed he was to pick me up at 9pm and get me back home at 12am. It was the first time ever I was going to be driving with him. I finally settled for a Jean trouser and a matching jacket. I wore a pair of sandals and packed my hair into a pony.

I sat in the sitting room as I ticked along with the clock. We haven’t been on the best of terms for the past few days and it seemed like he was forcing himself to talk or reply to my chats. I couldn’t have anyone to b