At 8:00 tomorrow

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One month since the divorce.

Text message from: Oliver ❤️
I'll pick you up at 8:00 tomorrow;)

I stare down at my phone, utterly confused. Tomorrow? I'm in my new and improved bedroom at my dads house, me and Caitlin now stay here 3 times a week, dad has already settled down with a new girlfriend, I think her name is Nat? I lay down on my bed thinking, what's tomorrow? And then I suddenly came into my mind; the first formal dance. Was Oliver asking me to the dance tomorrow night?

Text message from: Oliver ❤️
You can open the box now :) x

I grab the present off my bedside table and slowly lift the top to revel what's inside. I gasp, in the box was a ticket. A ticket to the dance.

Text message to: Oliver ❤️
Thank you soo much! No one has ever been this nice to me before, I'll be ready at 8:00 sharp ;) xx

And the tragic reality hits me; what am I going to wear?!

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