My phone rings the moment I get out.
“Loraine?”, asks the voice on the other end. “You certainly didn't forget our appointment for that dating show, did you? Is tomorrow night right for you?” None other than Alyssa, the journalist on the line. I roll my eyes sarcastically. “Have you already contacted Mr. Fellogan? Did he agree?”, I ask her.
She snorts as if it's a pointless question. “
Not yet, because he promised earlier that he would make himself available any time for every social event. So, I first want to see if tomorrow is convenient for you. It is a Live show, please keep that in mind”.
“Well, if Mr. Fellogan is willing, I don't think we should delay. Let's do it”, I say more confidently than I feel. “Okay, be here at eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late, we're all waiting for you
