I was surprised when Charlie said that he wanted to take me out to eat, and not at the local restaurant where he used to work. We were going to a nice restaurant in a suburb of Boston.
My next worry was what to wear.
I found a light yellow one that I had bought at a thrift shop the summer before. It was practically new and had delicate lace that edged the hem and the straps. With a pair of sandals and my string of imitation pearls, it was as dressy as I was going to get.
A shower was called for before getting ready. When I was done, I quickly towelled off and pulled the dress on.I tugged at the dress. Was it nice enough for wherever he had reservations for? I had never really been in a very nice restaurant. The nicest I had been to had people dressed for prom in the same room with those who wore jeans and shorts.