I took a few steps back, admiring the items displayed on Daniel's bed. Yesterday, I had a hard time falling asleep because I was excited for this moment.

I looked to my side where he was standing with his palm against his forehead. He was troubled, as he should be.

"How's this one?" I asked as I pointed to a bright pink skirt.

He cringed: his eyebrows wrinkled together and mouth dropped into a slight frown. This one has had one of the worst reactions, so I might go with this one.

My eyes traveled to the next one. It was a dark blue miniskirt with horizontal, transparent lines. I...