Let Go

Chapter 15

I bite my lip nervously as I run my fingers along the blue dress laid out on my bed.

What will he say?

Who does he want me to meet?

What does he want to tell me?

I have to impress him. I have to get his approval. I need him to approve of Luke, because I need Luke.

What if he says no? What if he doesn't approve?

If he's never home anyways, would he really know if we still dated?

I stripped myself of my school clothes and slipped into my dress. It's a royal blue strapless high-low dress, with rhinestones outlining the neckline. I quickly curl my hair and pin it to one side. Next, I put on my silver earrings before I brush on some light blush and eyeshadow, and finish the look with a bit of mascara, eyeliner, and clear lip gloss.

"Luke is here!" Jett yells from downstairs. Surprised that Jett would have opened the door to Luke and let him in, I quickly grab my silver clutch and slide my phone into it. I slip into my silver heels and then make my way down the stairs.

When I spot Luke I see that he's wearing a white button down shirt that's tucked in, and a pair of dark wash jeans. His hair is somewhat combed over to the side, but you can see he's run his hand through it a few times.

His eyes stick to me like they've been glued there, and his mouth is open slightly. As I feel his eyes on me still, a light blush tints my cheeks.

"Hi." I say quietly, smiling shyly at him.

"Hi." He smiles back at me. Soon I feel Jett's hand on my shoulder and I turn to him.

"Knock him dead, Abby." He says, a proud smile on his face, he pulls me in for a quick hug, "And give Dad a big fuck you from me." He whispers in my ear.

I chuckle lightly, "Will do." He squeezes my shoulders before walking upstairs.

"Ready?" I ask turning to Luke.

"Ready." He smiles, and takes my hand.
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Pulling into the parking lot of The Fig Tree at about 7:30, I can feel my hands start to shake slightly. Luke starts to get out of the car, and when he sees that I don't get out, he comes to my side of the car and opens my door.

"Hey." He says quietly, squatting down next to me and laying a hand on my arm. I look down at him.

"I know you can do this, Abby. You're strong. I'll be right here with you the whole time." He tries to encourage me. I bite the insides of my cheeks nervously and nod.

"Okay." I say shakily, still trying to convince myself, "Okay."

We get out of the car and he takes my hand as we walk towards the entrance. Inside the fancy restaurant I see a lot of people sitting at tables covered in white cloths, people dressed to the finest fashion, and waiters and waitresses waiting to serve the high paying customers. Walking up to the guy at the small podium he looks at us expectantly.

"Reservation for Jonathan Lawrence." I say quietly. He checks down his list, and then nods.

"Right this way, ma'am." I hesitate slightly, and then follow him. He leads us to a small table in the back, occupied by a man and a woman.

The man has slightly grayed, originally brown hair. He's wearing a blue buttoned down shirt, tucked in with black dress pants and loafers.

"Dad." I breathe out, as he stands up. A smile touches the end of his lips and he pulls me into a hug.