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“Hey, Winston.”

Another first happens. Instead of the calm and collected Winston I’ve seen around the table, a small nervousness seems to shade him. Looking away, he scratches the back of his head. “The old, ‘call me so I can get out of this date if it’s bad,’ huh?”

Now I feel bad. His nervous expression morphs into a somewhat humorous one.

“Look, I know these setups have been awkward. Actually, that might be an understatement.”

Well, that’s a plus and makes me feel a little better. At least he’s aware of how weird it is for our fathers to be setting us up like we’re in kindergarten or something. “Yeah, that’s one word for it.”

“Whatever the reason this whole thing started, I wouldn’t mind getting to know you.”

I pinch my lips together. He seems to have gained some confidence since stopping me, but as much as the line I told his father about not having time as I focus on Luxe was to set him straight, it was also true.

“You seem nice, Winston, but I wasn’t lying. Luxe is where my focus is at right now.”

“How about this?” He holds up a finger. “How about I come and check it out? What about tonight?”

He is cute, but this entire premise and how we were introduced has done nothing to sway my opinion on possibly dating him. I can’t erase knowing my father wanting to marry into a wealthy family, or his father’s expression just a few moments ago.

I lift my shoulders, though, because what can it hurt? And hey, maybe he’ll report back to his dad that the club is amazing and somehow that can lead to some connections down the road. Highly unlikely, but you never know.

“Sure, why not,” I tell him.

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