To Renna Rose Lancaster, Aadam Callahan was her first taste of magic-the boy who made her world feel livelier, brighter, like anything was possible. Together they crafted a bond that felt unbreakable-a universe where dreams were shared under starlit...
"You are my one million feelings in one single feeling"
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I stared at the dresses hanging in my closet, and for the first time, I feel completely... lost. Ridiculously, hopelessly lost. I wanted to look good for Aadam. No, scratch that-I wanted to look perfect for him.
I never thought I'd be that girl. The one who gets nervous about what she's wearing because she wants a boy to notice her.
But here I am, tugging at the hem of my pajamas, chewing on my lip like it's some life-altering decision. I let out a deep breath. How did I get here?
How did I, the girl who's always stayed under the radar, suddenly feel like this? So consumed, so desperate for that one person to notice me.
I sway slightly to the rhythm, my fingers trailing along the line of dresses in my closet. It has to be modest-there's no way I'm suddenly going to show up in something that isn't me.
But... it also needs to be... different. Special. Something that might make Aadam notice.
A soft laugh escapes me. Renna, you've officially lost your mind.
My hand hovered over a few options, but I couldn't decide. "What do boys even like?" I muttered, biting my lip as I examined a pastel pink dress. The color was sweet and unassuming, just like me.
But would it make him notice me? Would it make him stop, even for a second, and think I looked... nice?
I shook my head, placing the dress back on its hanger. No, too predictable. Today needed something... better. Something that would make him see me. Really see me.
I pull out a white dress with lace on the sleeves, holding it up in front of me. It's simple. Not bad, but also not great. It feels safe. I toss it onto the bed with a little groan.
Why does this feel like such a big deal? Why am I acting like this is the first time he's going to see me?
Because it feels like the first time.
I've known Aadam for... well, not long at all. But somehow, he's already managed to make me feel like this. Like I'm spinning in circles every time I think of him.
"What should I wear? What should I wear?" I sang, pulling out one dress and then another, holding them up against me in front of the mirror. "This one's too glamorous. This one's too plain. Ugh!"
I tossed the rejected dresses onto the bed, frustration creeping in as I realized I had been at this for way too long.
