His Nanny

15. The Date

After spending the rest of the morning with Elsie in the hospital and then a good few hours with mum, I was finally home, getting ready for the big date. I just knew I was going to mess it up, I usually do.

The last time I went on a date, I spilled red wine over my white dress, snorted when I laughed and broke my heal in a ditch! I didn't blame the poor guy for not calling me back.

I had just showered and moisturised. I didn't need to shave because I only had a wax a week ago. I was getting more and more nervous as the minutes were ticking by.

There were three outfits hanging on my wardrobe, all dresses, with the matching accessories on the floor in front of them. I had to chose quickly to be able to style my hair and make up to the dress but then it dawned on me, what if it wasn't a formal place and I just looked completely over dressed?

Sucking in a deep breath, I muster the courage to text the person responsible for putting so much pressure on me by asking me out.

Sophia: Formal or casual?

I wait a few minutes for a response. I can see he's read my text but he's not responding. Is he doing this on purpose?

He was like a goody school boy leaving the hospital today. Giving nothing away about the date which only made me think he wasn't sure what we were going to do either.

My phone beeped while I was far away thinking about the upcoming date and I noticed it was from him.

Adam: I'll let you decide.

Asshole!

I stare again at my choices. There was the safe innocent dress that was pale pink with no chance of any skin showing except my shins. Oh my god, I'd look like a nun! No to that one then.

Option two was a black long sleeved, very plain midi dress that was still covering up everything. Or did I opt for option three, the sexy red one. The one my mother had bought me to go on my last date but I didn't have the courage to wear because it showed my cleavage and it hugged my body like a second skin.

I took a deep breath and decided to text an outsider for help. My cousin, Dylan.

I hadn't had much of a chance to speak to him for a while. He was my Aunt Tracey's son but he was away a lot on business. He was a few years older than me at twenty-nine but he acted like a child sometimes.

I knew he'd have so many questions because he has been trying to get me to date some of his friends for ages but I always turned down the offer. Mainly because it made it look like I couldn't get a date without help, and I really wasn't going to result to that.

I typed my text four times and in the end just sent a blunt message with a photo of my outfits on the wardrobe door.

Sophia: Hey, I know you'll have so many questions, but I honestly don't have the time. I need help. Please pick a dress. Black or red? I have a date with a very good-looking doctor tonight and I don't want to mess this up. Yes I'm nervous as hell and no I'm not going to back out don't worry. Love you D xx P.S. please reply asap before I have a panic attack. Love you xx

My mind started to race and so I closed my eyes and counted to five. Calm. I blow dried my hair quickly and styled it into an updo that looked pulled the hair out of my face. That meant I couldn't choke on my hair while I ate or it wouldn't blow in his face.

When I finished with my hair, I applied a light layer of foundation, blusher and some highlighter. I was going for the natural look with no eyeliner but two coats of mascara to help make my eyes pop. Finally, I opted for a little red lip gloss to tie the look together.