Blind Date With Mr Arrogant

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d. She smoothed her velvet green skirt over and over again and tapped the sides of her french bun, attempting to fix it even th

ry day one met their fi

in his hand, and offered them a too-bright

king a huge turn from the sour display earlier, probably recog

ell Dion, said. "We're ex

his fingers to summon a waiter to them like calling a dog. "Ple

good table near the center of the room and in the crux of the state-of-the-ar

ing they would only order once their guest

to her father as soon as she was seate

upbringing. Her green velvet dress hung gently and gracefully off her skin, and the dip of her collarbones was elegantly adorned wit

o just go with what she was most comfortable with. There was no point putting up appearances, afterall

read clearly into what her father was purposely not telling her, then it seemed that the fate of their company, and

his guests had arrived yet. "I don't care much for it either," he said, "But it'

ly tried to get comfortable with the idea of this man. Afterall, one had to like someone before they began to love them. She had even as

ow to work and how to look down on others, but Tiffany decided to put her impres

t – she'd seen them at home, and nothing particularly perilous had occured in the twenty minutes' drive from their house to the restaurant, and so by all reasonable logic there was nothing to f

and glanced at her. She instantly felt guilty at the worry that immediately

low voice, "Are you alright? If y

ringly at her father. He squeezed her hand and she squeezed b

lly reassured. "My brave girl

so she quickly excused herself afterall, claiming she needed to use the

n, a little red-tinged at the edges. If truth be told, she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, anxious about today's meeting, and now she was

ong." Those were her words, the ones she usually whispered to herself with when she was about to go on a new diet, or to a

ace with water, and when she looked back

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ines, making her lashes stick together in wet, dark clumps, and her blush and f

fix it, and fast. What if the Golds had already arrived? Would they think she was suffering from c

f her face save her lipstick, which was fainter now but she decided she liked it. She quickly touched up on her co

look as good as it had before. She bit her lip, worrying, but then deciding there