Chapter 142: The Dinner Date
Evaline:
Even Mr. Wood had to do a double take when I stepped into the parking lot of the Council headquarters.
He blinked as his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I knew I was looking nothing like I was this morning when he dropped me here. Now, with soft waves in my silver hair, a little bit of makeup, and jewelry lending me a glow I didn’t usually wear, I probably was looking like someone else entirely.
But, to his credit, he didn’t let his surprise linger. He quickly slipped on his professional expression, cleared his throat, and opened the car door for me.
"Where to, Miss Evaline?" he asked as if sensing I might not be returning to the Academy
"Willowcross," I replied, unable to hide the slight tremble in my voice.
He said nothing, just nodded and started driving.
It was a calm, silent ride. The late evening sky outside was slowly deepening into the richer hues of dusk, and my nerves were beginning to catch up with me. I kept fidgeting with the sleeves of my shirt, mentally repeating that it was just dinner. With my mate. A dinner. A date. No big deal.
Except it was a big deal.
Mr. Wood dropped me outside a charming little bakery. The town of Willowcross was quaint, warm, and alive even during this hour. I spotted people walking their dogs, kids riding bicycles, and soft music floating out from the stores.
I moved to a corner and called Draven.