Chapter OneNine years agoI’ve
never gone on a blind date. Actually, I’ve always been that girl who laughs at
people who talk about blind dates as if this was the most amazing way to meet
people. However, there is always a first time. In an effort to keep my nerves
under control, I reach for the champagne flute that Franky poured for me, but
is still untouched. He clicks his tongue. Obediently, I let my hands clasp
together over my lap after returning the glass to the vanity and sigh,
defeated. “So,
who is this guy you invited to sweep me off my feet?” I ask, mildly curious.
The truth is that I’m in no shape to start dating again. Not after what
happened with Jared. “I’ve
told you twice, Gracie,” his answer carries some exasperation, which in turn
makes me apologize with a lame ‘sorry’. Kirk
Belen’s classic
Mercy is playing
downstairs as our friend Marc is welcoming guests to my twenty-first. In the
meantime, I’m trying to sit as patiently as I can, and wait for Franky to
finish applyin…
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