Molly's POV

I have no one to tell. No one to properly share this with. I sigh as I stand in front of my wardrobe, my hand lingering on its handle. Other than Celia, I've never really had any friends. Well...at least none that I'm particularly close to. And definitely none that I can confide in. What would Celia think of this? Of this 'date', if it can even be called that. She'd probably come with me, I don't think she'd want me to meet up with a stranger. I mean...he could be anyone. I could've been groomed or something. A girl came in last week who had something like that happen to her. She'd met up with this boy she'd been texting, turned out he was a 60 year old man who kidnapped her. Oh, she's alive, she didn't come through pathology, just A&E, but it had been a close call.

Oh, look at me. Being all negative. Whoever this guy is, we get along. We can be friends at least.

I open the wardrobe and look at my options for tonight. Everything seems far too bright or frumpy, I don't want to blind him or put him off. I throw all my clothes out, searching for something, anything that could make me look good. I fail miserably, nothing just seems to fit the occasion. Should I go casual or smart? Or should I go smasual? Is that even a thing? There's nothing here at all. Wait a second, I know what I can wear. I rush out of the room to find what I'm looking for. I rummage through one of the cupboards in my living room. It was the place where I put all the things that belonged to Celia.

There it is. The dress. Celia and I got matching dresses for this date we were going to go on a couple of days after her passing. We were going to try and convince our dates that we were twins. We never got a chance to try it because she-

I feel a tear run down my cheek. It's alright to be sad, now just isn't the time. I cancelled the date of course, and I put our dresses away. I never planned to wear it. Too many bad memories associated with it. But now...I have a feeling she'd want me to wear it. I run my hand over the fabric. When we found it in the shops we were both ecstatic, it suited both of us perfectly. We got them in different colours of course. Celia got hers in a bright green that, despite our reservations, flattered her skin tone, making her look livelier and happier than ever before. I got a sort of coral-ish dress. The dresses have long sleeves that flare out towards the end. The top half of the dress is tight-fitting with white, swirly lace over the top of the coral material, it comes in at the middle where the material gathers in a kind of belt before flowing out till the knees. To be honest, I always though the design looked better on Celia, but she insisted it looked great on me.

I put the dress on and look at myself in the mirror. I smile as I twirl around, I do look quite nice. I pack Celia's dress away, smiling all the way. I debate how I should wear my hair, I end up wearing it loose with my grandmother's silver flower clip to keep the hair out of my face. I put on my make-up, aiming for a natural look and then put on my white pumps. I guess I'm ready to go.

I flag down a taxi and climb in, careful not to ruin my dress. I don't think I've ever been this nervous in my life. I know it's cliché, but I swear I can feel butterflies in my stomach. They're just flittering about, messing up my insides and making me feel a tad nauseous. I desperately want to go back home, but at the same time, I can't wait. I'm so excited I can't even begin to describe. As the cab comes to a halt I feel like I'm going to burst with nerves and excitement.

"Off somewhere special?" the cabbie asks as I hand him over the money.

"Yeah I've got a date" I say with a smile before faltering. I don't know why I said that. I still have no idea if it is. I'm too scared to ask. We did meet on a dating website...but we haven't clarified anything yet.

"Have fun" I hear him say as I climb out of the taxi but I pay little attention to it. I'm getting too in my own head, a thousand worst-case scenarios whizzing through my head. I take a deep breath to steady myself before taking a look around. The restaurant is beautiful. It's on the corner of the street, painted a deep green with a gilded gold name above the entrance. Ivy grows up the sides of the building, creeping slowly upwards. There are beautiful white flowers that stand out against the walls, they are tinted orange in the sunset. I instantly smile at the site. It's picturesque, quaint. I snap out of my daydream when I hear the taxi drive off behind me. After a few more seconds of marvelling at the beauty, I gather the courage to walk inside.

It seems to be quite full, everyone is talking and smiling. I think tonight's going to be a good night. I walk up to the bar and ask for 'Seb'. He said he made a reservation for us, I hope he's not lying.

"Yeah, sure." says the bartender, a slightly confused look on his face "Right this way." He smiles at me as he hands me a menu and leads me to a corner table. "I'm sure he'll be here in a bit." I smile at him as I sit down.

"I hope so." He walks away and I look at the menu, trying to decide what to eat. I sit there for a couple of moments, drinking in the atmosphere and glancing at the menu every now and again. It's a really nice place, I'm definitely going to come here again. That is if this night goes well, if not then I wouldn't want to come back and risk running into him. This is so weird. It's just bizarre. I'm looking for romantic potential in a guy that I've never actually seen. What am I thinking? This was in no way a good idea.