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2025-01-23 17:00:00What the hell is she doing here?
She is just as gorgeous as I remember her, with her hair in bouncy curls and dressed in a red floral summer dress that matches her complexion perfectly, making her look like an angel. Her eyes land on me and she smiles. I don’t know why I sigh at that smile, but I do.
I think, in a scared part of my mind, I fear she might know about her husband’s proposal to make me his mistress and all the encounters I’ve had with him. When I was lost outside her place that day, she thought I was just some lost stranger. But right now, I don’t know who she thinks I am or what her husband might have told her about me. My heart is beating so fast, and I can feel the heat rising.
“Renée, it’s so nice to see you,” she says as she walks over and stretches out her hand for a handshake. I hesitantly take it, hoping she can’t tell how nervous I am by the way my hand is shaking.
I clear my thr
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The restaurant is quiet. Too quiet. I’m seated at the center of it, watching the soft shadows cast across the empty tables around me by the flickering candlelight. The dress delivered earlier fits like a glove, hugging my curves and making me feel beautiful, but I’m slowly starting to feel less and less beautiful as time keeps passing by. Sitting here alone in this massive restaurant feels uncomfortable.I swirl the wine in my glass, the rich red liquid catching the light. I sigh and take a sip. It’s my third—or is it my fourth? I’ve lost count. I don’t normally get drunk on wine, but if I keep taking one glass after another, I’ll be tipsy by the time this date even starts. I glance at my phone for the umpteenth time, the screen lighting up with the same message he sent over forty-five minutes ago:I’ll be late, but I’m on my way. Order something, love.That word love feels hollow now. I check the time again,
