CeCe knew the rules. Good girls didn’t ask boys out, or even approach them. Good girls didn’t chase boys. Good girls were innocent, well-dressed, demurely made-up. Good girls were quiet, non-threatening, unassuming. Good girls ended up with good lives. Handsome husbands, gorgeous homes, fat babies. They just had to be patient.
The rules, hammered into her brain by her mother from the time she could walk, circled her thoughts. This is what being a good girl gets you, she thought bitterly, at the movies alone on a Friday night. She usually enjoyed her own company. Besides, it wasn’t her friends’ kind of movie, a French film about two lovers who meet who meet at the tomb of Napoleon II. But for some reason, that night she couldn’t stop thinking about Ricky. They were both single for the first time in years and he still hadn’t asked her out.
She quieted the nagging voice in her brain and pulled out her phone, composing a text.
Her heart pounding, she pressed send.