AMY POV

Red shoes.

Black bag and a nice outfit. I was ready.

I looked into the mirror over and over again, asking myself what to change as Antonio may not like something. But at the same time, I knew there was no need - this was what I wanted.

This was how I would look.

One step, I was out of the window. My legs caught up with the small shelf and I picked a bottle of my choice, spraying perfume and selecting one watch to wear for this date.

Date?

Was this a date?

We were going out to have dinner.

That was what Antonio mentioned when he...