RACHEL'S pov.
"Perfect" I said as I checked out myself one last time in the mirror.
I've been checking out myself one last time for the past twenty minutes, I always end up not being satisfied with my outfit, and changing either my blouse or my skirt or my pant.
I don't seem to find the right outfit to wear, because my baby's bump is making every single piece of cloth I try on look so odd.
Hold on a sec, why am I getting all worked up over what to wear? Aren't I just going over there to end things up with Duncan for good?
Why am I feeling, or behaving as if I'm actually going on my first date with my crush instead? I rolled my eyeballs at the weird thoughts, that were running a marathon in my head.
I snatched my bag from the dresser, reached for my phone and checked the time, then gasped when I realized it's already 6pm, and quickly dashed towards the door, but stopped abruptly when I noticed I was wearing heels.
