understanding.
“Everything okay?” her mom asked as Cami carried a sniveling Madison into the apartment.
“It’s fine,” Cami replied after putting her daughter down in front of the TV, which was playing her favorite Disney movie in the background. “She’s fine…just a little tired. We were at the park for a long time today, and she didn’t get a long enough nap. She’ll be asleep within the next hour.”
“Are you sure you really want to be dropping Madison off for even more time away from you right now?” her mother asked, hands on her hips.
“You said you would do this for me,” Cami replied exasperatedly.
“I did. I don’t mind. I just mean…with all of the custody issues and the accusations Ken is making, are you sure now is a good time to be going out with your friends?”
Cami sucked in her breath and debated whether or not to tell her mother about the date. On one hand, it would make her mom ecstatic. On the other, she would never stop nagging Cami for more information. She decided to go the honest route.
“I’m not going out with friends,” she finally admitted. “I have a date.”
“In that outfit?” her mother asked after scrutinizing her for a moment.
Cami took a deep breath, willing herself not to allow her mother’s words to bother her.
“Yes, Mom, in this outfit,” she replied, looking herself over in the mirror.
She wasn’t dressed poorly, she just hadn’t gotten all made up. She wore a pair of nice jeans and a blouse, with her hair back in a ponytail, and very little makeup on. She still looked pretty, she thought—just not like she was trying too hard.
She’d had to deal with a fussy Madison all evening. Plus, she didn’t want to give Drew the wrong impression. She was definitely not going to sleep with him tonight. If he couldn’t deal with her in her natural state, the relationship didn’t need to go forward. Tonight was a test in so many ways.
“I just think that there are better options. You know that dresses better flatter your figure, since you won’t lose weight. Those jeans just accentuate your hips and butt, you know.”
“I love my hips and butt,” Cami replied angrily.
She didn’t add that Drew had already seen her body completely naked and also seemed to love her curves. Instead, she turned and marched towards the door.
“I won’t be back late,” she promised as she shut the door behind her, not giving her mother a chance to reply.
She really did love her body, but that didn’t make her mother’s words sting any less, and she was in a bad mood by the time she made it to the restaurant, which happened to be much fancier than she was expecting, and she began questioning her casual appearance.
Drew didn’t seem to mind, smiling warmly at her as he met her in the lobby of the restaurant.
“You look lovely,” he whispered into her ear as he leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Our table isn’t ready yet,” he said a little louder, glaring at the hostess, who was within hearing distance.
“That’s fine,” Cami replied, both to Drew and the hostess. She was trying her best not to start the date off in a bad mood.
“Your table will be ready in just a moment,” the hostess replied with a polite smile.
“I had reserved a specific table,” Drew told Cami, still loud enough to be heard. “But due to some slight incompetence —” he emphasized the word with a glare towards the hostess stand—“it was given to someone else. They are taking forever to get another one ready.”
Cami, who had waited tables in college and understood what it was like, cringed. She offered the hostess an apologetic smile and didn’t reply to Drew’s biting words. It wasn’t the poor girl’s fault, after all, and Drew taking it out on her was embarrassing—and slightly out of character for him. She’d never seen him be outright rude to anyone.
But, she reminded herself, she had seen him laugh at the elitist jokes she’d overheard at the