CHAPTER 32 KNOWING LOGAN

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I stared at myself in the mirror, tilting from side to side to inspect every angle. I turned to Jessie, who was engrossed in one of her self-help books. After spending weeks at Jessie’s place, her room didn’t seem so depressing anymore.

“What do you think?” I asked, smoothing the fabric of my dress. “Don’t you think it’s too short?” I turned back to the mirror, eyeing the hem.

“It’s night and you’re driving; it’s not too short,” Jessie replied quickly, her focus already shifting back to her book.

“Do you think I look beautiful in it?”

“Ari, you look beautiful in anything,” she replied, her words dragging out lazily. Suddenly, she sat up straight, as if struck by lightning. “You’re going to see Logan, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, applying a coat of lip gloss.

A mischievous smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “When did you become so meticulous about what to wear when seeing Logan? You only did that for Damon.” She walked over and stood in front of me. “Do you like L