Love Trick Fated to Love You

Vivian POV:

"No! I'm not going there! That's your blind date, not mine!" I said, trying to pull my hand away from Molly's. This 20-year-old girl with short black hair and big brown eyes is my best friend.

"Please ... Vivian ... Please ... help me just this once," she pleaded with me, showing me her puppy face that was about to cry. "Eric told me last night he loves me! And he wants us to go on a date tonight! You know I've had a crush on him since we were in elementary school. He'll be mad at me if he finds out I'm on a blind date. We'll break up before we even date," she said and cried like a child who lost her favorite toy.

I sighed helplessly. "Fine! I will help you!" The words finally left my mouth.

Her cry suddenly turned into a happy, relieved smile. "Oh gosh! Thank you so much! You are my savior! I love you so much!" she said gratefully. As she hugged me tightly, I struggled to get my breath.

I let go of her hug, looking seriously into her eyes. "I just need to go out there pretending to be you and tell him I don't like him and we don't need to see each other again, right?" I repeated what she had told me.

She nodded to me. "You just have to tell him that. Get out of that place and everything settled," she said and smiled widely at me.

Now it was my turn to plead with her with my puppy face that was about to cry. "Can I not go? Please ..."

"I have to go with my aunt now! She is waiting for me!" she said in a fast tone as she put his hands on my shoulders, then she showed me her clenched fist. "Fighting! You can do it!" she said, smiled and left me before I could blink.

I sighed helplessly again. I love her, that's why I want to help her. She is not only my best friend, but she is like my sister. I don't know how to live my life without her and her aunt.

Her aunt named Clara Brown adopted me when I was 6 years old. I'm 20 now. Aunt Clara loved me as much as she loved Molly, and I was so happy living with them. We have a little cafe downstairs and we live upstairs. This house is not big, but it is a heaven for me.

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When I parked Aunt Clara's VW Bug in the parking lot of a restaurant, I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. The restaurant was a fancy one I would never go to on my own. "Vivian! You can do it!" I give myself encouragement.

I then unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car. As a doorman opened the double glass doors and I walked in, everyone in the restaurant gave me weird looks. I smiled gremlin inside because my plan to look weird worked.

I came here wearing a long black dress belonging to Aunt Clara's mom and wearing thick glasses. I tied up my long blonde hair in a ponytail. My appearance looked like a granny.

"Good evening," the hostess greeted me with a pleasant smile on her face. "Is there anything I can help you?" she asked politely.

"Dick Long's table please," I replied without breaking into laughter. I can't figure out why his parents named him that.

"Please follow me," the hostess said as she suppressed her smile. Then she led me through the crowded restaurant. "Here you go," she said as we stopped at a table. "Your waiter will be by in a moment to get your drink order," she said before she left.