Chapter 123 Blank Space

• I tug at the pleated skirt clinging to my waist. Other than my first date with Jack, I can't remember the last time I've worn anything so remotely girly.
• Of course, I had to quash some of the femininity by throwing on a faded Taylor Swift tee over it, along with my white Keds. I re-tuck the shirt and bat away the feelings of self-consciousness.
• Hannah is taking care of the kids this afternoon so I can accomplish two major goals: