When the evening finally arrived, I fussed over my outfit longer than I’d like to admit. In the end, I chose something safe but flattering: a soft navy dress that had just the right amount of stretch, paired with heels I could actually walk in. I dabbed on some perfume, checked my reflection, and reminded myself not to expect fireworks. Just go, enjoy yourself, and see what happens. That was my mantra.

David showed up on time, which was already a good sign. Punctuality is underrated. He looked sharp, wearing a tailored shirt that fit snugly across his chest and shoulders, paired with pressed slacks.