Page 19 of Blind Date
Samantha
“No. No. No. I’m changing,” I said.
“You are not changing,” Greta said, sprawled across the bed. “You changed four times. We’re out of dresses. That’s the dress.”
“I think it’s too much.”
“It’s a date, Sam. It’s supposed to be too much.”
“It’s not a date! It’s a transaction a man made for charity, which is somehow worse.” I turned sideways and looked at myself. “I look like I’m trying and I’m not.”
“You look great, Mom,” Zoey said, from the doorway. She walked in and fell on the bed next to Greta. “Turn around.”
I turned and looked at her.
“Yeah. That’s the one. Don’t touch it.” She nodded.
The left strap of my dress fell off my shoulder.
“Can you please tighten this strap for me?” I looked at Zoey.
She jumped off the bed and stood behind me. “Listen, Mom. I know you. You get scared, and you get mean. You kind of go in swinging right off the bat.”
“She has a point,” Greta smirked.
“I do not!”
“You absolutely do. And tonight, I’m asking you not to. It’s one dinner at a fancy restaurant. I Googled Weston Castile, and he’s hot. The worst thing that could happen is that you have a nice time. So do me a favor.”
“What?”
“Have fun.” She held up her finger. “And don’t be an asshole.”
Greta snorted.
“No promises.” I slipped my feet into my heels.
“I tried.” Zoey shrugged. “As much as I would like to stay and meet the dude, I have to get to Maya’s. Have fun, don’t be an asshole, and I want to hear all about it tomorrow.”
“Did you pack your toothbrush?” I asked.
“Yes, Mother.” She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.
“I have to run as well,” Greta said, grabbing her purse.
“And when is your date again?” I asked her.
“Next Friday.” She grinned. “He had to go out of town for business and won’t be back until Thursday. To quote your daughter, ‘have fun and don’t be an asshole.’” She kissed my cheek. “If you need saving, call or text me.”
After she left, I glanced at the clock, and it was six fifty. My belly twisted in a knot knowing he’d be here in ten minutes.
Chapter Eight
Weston
I took the elevator up to the 8thfloor and found her apartment. Lightly knocking on the door, it opened, and I stood there breathless as I stared at the beautiful woman before me.
“Hi.” Samantha smiled.
