Immediately, she brightened up and began praising the blind date she had set up for me, going on about how perfect he was.
I ignored her and, instead of the expensive gift I had originally planned to give her son, I replaced it with a simple toy set that only cost a few bucks.
The next day, after finishing work, I drove to the hotel Jane had chosen for the celebration. As I parked in the underground lot, I overheard some chatter about a wealthy man who had spent a fortune on a grand proposal at the hotel.
As I reached the elevator entrance, I got a message from Hunter Gibson. He sent me his location, and to my surprise, he was also at the same hotel.
I texted back, [What’s up?]
Hunter replied with a few playful hand-waving emojis, [It’s a secret.]
Before I could respond, he sent me a couple of selfies.
This guy really knew how to play his cards. I had to admit, he was ridiculously good-looking, and seeing his face always lifted my mood.
Then came a video of him pouting and being all playful. He was actually pulling the charm card on me.
You see, Hunter was kind of a big deal.
A straight-A student, ridiculously good-looking, and the kind of guy who seemed to excel at everything. While the rest of us were stressing over high school entrance exams, he skipped grades and secured a place at a top university.
By the time I finished high school, he had already studied abroad.
And if that wasn’t enough, after returning to the country, he dabbled in acting, blew up in two years, became a global sensation, then stepped back from the limelight to start his own entertainment company. Within no time, he had become a major player in the industry.
In short, Hunter was the golden boy of our school years, a young and accomplished entrepreneur, and the kind of man every girl could only dream of but never reach.
The elevator reached the first floor, and there were signs directing guests to Jane’s private room.
I followed the directions, only to spot Jane’s aunt, Lisa, from a distance. She was clearly not pleased with my late arrival.
She stormed over, scowling, “Why are you so late? You couldn’t have come earlier to help with the preparations?”
“I’m a guest, not a servant. Why would I be helping out?” I responded calmly.
Lisa was Jane’s aunt, and by extension, my aunt-in-law, as she had married my mom’s brother.