Chapter 10: The Worst Best Night of My Life

I spent four hours getting ready for a date I was going to ruin. Aiden did my eyeliner. Kel lit me like a film set and took thirty photographs. Wren sat on the bathroom counter and put a plastic barrette in my hair with enormous seriousness, and Den cried and blamed the wood smoke. Cade was waiting by the door in a real shirt, hair pushed back, and when he saw me he forgot how words worked. He just stood there. "Say something," I said. "I can't." Best compliment of my life. The pie place...