To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement. Each breath felt more difficult to draw in than the last. My stomach was contorting in ways I didn’t know was possible. The collar I wore seemed a little tighter than expected as it pressed against my throat. I tugged at it a bit, making my way to His front door, being careful not to twist an ankle due to my black heels.
I almost didn’t do it. I very nearly couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door before me. My heart was in my throat, and my breathing stopped. My knuckles tapped at the steel.
*What if He changed His mind? What if I don’t live up to His expectations? I really should have taken an Ativan before I landed.*
I feared I hadn’t knocked loudly enough due to not being able to hear much passed the heavy pulse pounding inside my ears. I closed my eyes and let out a breath held too long as I brushed my hands down my short, black, lace dress in an attempt to garner some courage to knock again.