As the day unfolds, I find myself caught up in helping Eloise choose an outfit for her date with Calvin. Eloise drags me from store to store, trying on various outfits while seeking my input.

This is the worst thing that has happened to me!

"Lucian, what do you think of this dress?" she asks, holding up a flowy, black dress against herself.

I study it for a moment. "It's nice, I guess. But isn't it a bit too..."

Eloise arches her brows. "A bit too...what?"

"A bit like you are going to a funeral wearing that. Also, it seems like the wrong size for you," I say.

Eloise bursts...