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    Keisha suggested we sneak in quick naps before dinner. As we restarted our day, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Tonight was different. This was like an actual date. Keisha had invited Ray along, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Taryn brought Matt.
    “What are you wearing?” I asked Keisha as she approached our overflowing closet. Since she was only here in the summer, we shared the space.
    “Not sure yet, but probably my teal sundress,” she said as she flipped through her options. “What about you?”
    “I don’t know, what do you think?” I needed her help, desperately. All Tristan had ever seen me in was my work uniform and bathing suit. That was all I wore in the summer. Neither would do tonight. I had no idea what to wear on a night out with the son of a movie star. I’d never felt so intimidated trying to get dressed.
    “Hmmm.” She flipped through my side of the closet like she expected to see something that just wasn’t there. “I don’t know, Cal, do you want to borrow something of mine?”
    “That won’t work. You’re like eight inches taller than me. And you actually have a butt.”
    Keisha was back to her side of the closet. “What about this one? It’s only fitted at the top, and it’s short, so it should work.” She held up a white sundress with a yellow and orange flower pattern on it for my approval.
    I took the hanger from her and pulled the dress up over my hips. Abandoning my pajama top, I shimmied the dress all the way up. I evaluated the situation in the mirror while I held my hair up so Keisha could fasten the tie behind my neck.
    It was cute, and no one would guess it wasn’t my dress. I didn’t think it made me look like I was trying too hard. I slid my feet into my flip flops and turned back to the mirror.
    “What about my hair?” I pulled on it, still looking in the mirror.
    “You’re whining.”
    “I am not.”
    “You are. Are you nervous?”
    I swallowed. “Yeah.”
    “You shouldn’t be. Come sit down, I’ll fix your hair.” Keisha patted the bed and I sat down in front of her. She started some elaborate twisting at my hairline. “Why are you nervous? You’ve been out with us all before.”
    “Because tonight seems different. It’s like a real--”
    “Date.” I could hear the satisfaction in her voice.
    “Yeah. Plus, Dad hasn’t met Tristan yet. I’m sure he’s heard an earful from Mom, which can’t be good.”
    “Just introduce him like any other friend.” Keisha seemed to have this all figured out.
    “But is he? You said the other day it was a date. I just don’t know.”
    “Have you kissed him?”
    “No.” I said sheepishly, tracing the flower pattern in my dress. I guess I was making too much out of this.
    Keisha pulled my head back into the position she needed it to be in to work properly. “Not yet. Listen, Callie, just be yourself. It’s working for you so far. You have nothing to worry about.”
    “Okay.”
    “Let me know what you think of your hair.”
    Keisha had twisted the front of my hair back, collecting at the crown, and left the rest free. It complimented the dress well and again didn’t look like I was trying too hard.
    “I love it.” I went back to the bed and hugged her. “Thank you.”
    Thankfully, my mother was staying home that evening. I wasn’t sure if she knew exactly who was going tonight, and I wasn’t about to bring her up to speed on the details. She seemed satisfied that Keisha and I were going to see Dad, and it wasn’t my style to upset her on purpose. I did enough of it by accident.
    We met up with the twins in their aunt’s driveway. The girls’ dates were meeting us at the tavern, so it was just the four of us.
    “You look great,” Tristan greeted, taking my hands in his and accessing my outfit. I blushed but tried to take the compliment gracefully. He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a black and white plaid button down shirt. Taryn wore a bright pink one strapped tank top, jeans, and