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Chapter Three: What I Like About You
She had no reason to be nervous. No reason. This wasn't a date. Just dinner. Only dinner. She shouldn't be worrying about what to wear or how to style her hair. She was going to go, enjoy great food, participate in somewhat intelligent conversation, say goodbye and go home.
No big deal.
Except it was a big deal. It wasn't just dinner. It was dinner with Richard Castle. Richard Castle. Only her most favorite author still alive. Only the man who's books helped her through her mother's murder and her father's alcoholism. Her hands were shaky, her heart was hammering in her chest and her stomach felt like it was the home of the scene in Lord of the Rings when the Eagles appear and fight the Fell Beasts.
Oh God, what if she said something as nerdy as that at dinner?
She forced herself to calm down, taking deep breaths. But as she pawed through her closet, she began to start stressing again. The only drawback to not having a social life was that when duty called, she lacked the necessary supplies. Like a dress.
Just as she was going to get her phone to call and cancel, her doorbell rang. When she peered through the peep hole, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey Lanie," she said, opening the door.
"Girl, you have a lot of explaining to do," Lanie said, striding past her with a big white box. She slipped her shoes off, shoved the box at Kate and then crossed her arms, waiting impatiently.
"What is this," Kate asked, pulling at the card on the box.
"It was leaning against the door. Now are you going to tell me why you have your date face on?"
"It's not a date," Kate replied automatically and then wincing. Lanie's eyes widened.
"You are! Who is it? Is it that accountant you met two weeks ago? Please say no because girl, you need more interesting conversation than personal loan interest rates. Seriously. Who even cares? I mean-"
"It's Richard Castle," Kate blurted. Lanie's aw dropped.
"Richard Castle? As in the Richard Castle? As in the guy that you had me call my cousin who owns the bookstore that he had an even at today to get you in to see? That Richard Castle?"
"Yes. And it's not a date. It's just dinner."
"Mmhmm, sure it is. Apparently you need to tell me exactly what happened at this even today."
"Fine. I got there late, he signed my book, and we got to talking. I left after he asked me out. I went outside, I read his inscription. I started bawling. He came out and found me, insisted I go to dinner with him. And that's all. Now I'm stuck going and I don't have anything to wear!"
"Well, you haven't looked in the box," Lanie said deadpan. She hadn't. She had all but forgotten the box and the card she held in her hand. She ripped it open.
Every princess needs a beautiful gown for a date with Prince Charming.
"Seriously? That is just so presumptuous of…" Kate had opened the box and inside, nestled in black tissue paper was an emerald green cocktail dress. Lanie peered over her shoulder and gasped.
"Kate, you better go to dinner tonight and do everything you can to get this man to marry you," she whispered. Kate pushed her, snorting.
"Please, he is an immature, arrogant celebrity. Not my type."
"The three copies of Raging Storm beg to differ."
"Why are we friends," she asked sarcastically.
"So I can help you do your hair and makeup for hot dates with your literary heroes," Lanie said, dragging her friend into the bathroom. And Kate really didn't have an argument for that logic or loyalty.